Three days passed inside the borders of the Lunaris holding room, and with every ticking second, Varek grew more and more furious. He was completely seething. For seventy-two hours, he had been trapped in the exact same spot, even though it was his own doing, pacing the floorboards until his boots wore tracks into the wood, waiting for a breakthrough that never came. He had tried everything he could think of to gain control of the situation. He had tried to find some kind of leverage against Tahla, and he had spent hours straining his ears to listen through the window grate for any more secrets about her pack or her beta, Zephael, but nothing new had come his way. The sanctuary members outside went about their business, and no more useful rumors leaked through the stone walls.
He was comp
