Daniel.
Bloodfrost Pack had been unusually quiet lately. The kind of silence that should have been comforting, the kind that usually followed resolved conflicts and secured power, but instead, it felt hollow, empty and almost mocking.
Because while the pack thrived in peace, there was nothing peaceful about the storm raging inside me.
I stood by the window of my chamber, my gaze fixed on nothing in particular, yet my thoughts running wild. Days had passed, too many days and still, there was no word from the Lycan prince.
Nothing.
No message. No instruction. No next move, just silence.
And it was driving me insane.
I had been patient…far more patient than I usually allowed myself to be.
Waiting. Watching. Holding back.
But that patience was beginning to rot into something darker and something dangerous.
My jaw clenched as a familiar hunger crept up within me, a bloodthirsty anticipation that refused to be ignored. I wanted action. I wanted chaos.
