Knox's POV

I shot to my feet, my chair scraped harshly against the floor.

Fenrir snarled in my head, begging me to let him take control.

“That’s it?” I growled, fists clenched. “You did all that for ‘she’s alive’? Of course, I know she's alive!”

Hazel blinked slowly—she was still coming down from the trance she had been in.

“Can you fucking calm down?” She drawled, “How do you think magic works? I told you that someone cloaked her. ...