Chapter 49
- Darius:
- The night air clung to my skin like damp smoke, heavy with pine and the faint scent of wolf territory. I leaned against a tree at the edge of the clearing, my arms folded as I waited.
- It was a while into midnight. My favorite time of the day, that much, I will admit. But I despised waiting for someone, and when I gave an order, I always expected it to be followed.