Chapter 201
- Kavian's POV
- When I got to the pack house, everyone stared at me like they were looking at a ghost—wide eyes, stiff bodies, whispers dying in their throats—but I didn’t slow down. I didn’t acknowledge a single one of them. My feet carried me forward on instinct, urgency pounding through my veins like war drums.
- I took the stairs two at a time, my voice echoing through the halls as panic clawed up my chest.