CHAPTER 43
STORM'S POV:
I barely registered any sound that came through, my gaze fixed on the empty horizon, a thousand thoughts swirling in my mind.
It's been 3 days since that annoying Alpha was back, and life in the pack had always been a whirlwind of house chores, obedience, and the ever-present shadow of Lucien's expectations.
Lately, however, an unsettling calm had settled over me. Like a calm before the storm.
It's been days since I'd seen him, days since the incident with that pack warrior as I saved his life, and days since that chilling encounter in the Forbidden West Wing.
I couldn’t get the memory of the vision I saw when I touched the orb. What does it mean? Why was there so much death and pain?
A shadow fell across my face, halting my peace and quiet. As I looked up
