NORA
I lay in bed, my fingers tracing absent-minded patterns on the untouched plate of breakfast in front of me. The aroma of freshly cooked food wafted through the room, a tantalizing mixture of eggs, bacon, and toast. The maid, Rhett had assigned to me, had dutifully brought it to me moments ago, setting it down on the bedside table with a polite smile.
It had been a day since I returned to the pack house, my mind consumed by one purpose: finding Jude, the last man I needed to kill. But he was nowhere to be found. His scent had vanished as if he had never set foot in this place. I couldn’t even rely on my heightened senses to pinpoint his location. It frustrated me to no end.
I glanced at the untouched meal again, my appetite non-existent. Every bite felt like a chore, a reminder of m
