WESLEY’S POV
Fury coiled in my chest like a living thing, spitting fire through every vein. Reports came in from my scouts, with every whisper, every shadow tracked and cataloged. She was moving faster, stronger and sharper than expected. And worst of all, the Crimson Fang pack no longer whispered fear when her name passed their lips, rather, they whispered respect.
No. That could not stand. I will never allow it.
I paced the stone floor of my private chamber, hands curling into fists. Sorin stood at the edge, silent and poised, his eyes trained on me as if anticipating my next command. “You had one job,” I hissed. “Just one and you allow her grow stronger by the hour. I want her gone. Today and tonight or there will be consequences that even your shadowed tongue cannot soothe.”
Sorin’
