Terrell's POV
I was done being patient.
Patience was a virtue I had started developing from the moment I saw Angel and knew she was meant for me.
Patience definitely wasn't for me. I was known for being ruthless and merciless, and that is a part of me I'll gladly embrace right now.
I stood at the window of my study and watched the last of the evening light bleed out of the sky and I thought, with perfect clarity: enough.
My generals had searched for hours. My guards had combed the village street by street. My best trackers had gone out in wolf form and come back with nothing - nothing - except the report that the scent trail had been deliberately disrupted somewhere near the eastern wall, which told me Angel had help, which told me she hadn't simply run blind.
Someone was definitely helping her.
