POV: Frank
The scent of ozone was still clinging to my skin. Beneath it, the smell of burnt hair and stale blood—leftovers from a skirmish that shouldn't have happened.
The rogue wolves had pushed the perimeter. They were scavengers, testing the fence, testing the Alpha.
I had broken three of their necks before they realized they were standing in the wrong territory.
My shirt was in shreds. The skin of my back was a latticework of jagged, superficial scratches that were already stitching themselves shut. I didn't feel the pain. I didn't feel the exhaustion.
I felt the void.
A hollow, jagged hunger that had nothing to do with food and everything to do with the fact that I had been away from her for six hours.
I pushed open the heavy library doors.
I didn't expect to find her here. I
