ELISA’S POV
The hallway was empty and quiet before me, every step I took echoing off the walls. My body felt heavy, tired and worn out from the day’s work, but my mind wouldn’t let me rest. Thoughts kept circling me.
Azrien.
I hadn’t seen him since this afternoon, since the moment he stormed out of the kitchen with anger written all over his face. The memory of his sharp tone, his angry steps, and the storm in his eyes—it stayed with me even now.
Where was he now?
He was new here. A stranger in Night Howlers’ pack. He didn’t know the territory, didn’t know the people, didn’t know the dangers that came with wandering off without thinking. And he wasn’t exactly… the calmest soul. Trouble seemed to follow him around everywhere you go. Or maybe he chased it—I wasn’t even sure anymore.
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