Stefano’s POV

For the past three days, I had been on an unrelenting chase. My wolf’s fur, matted and stiff with layers of dried blood—not my own—held the stench of lives I’d ended. None of it mattered. I would’ve torn through an army to reach her. Two nights back, I managed to capture a bastard who’d given up one critical piece of information: they had taken her somewhere near these woods. They planned to sell her off to Alpha Matteo. Rage like I’d never known took hold of ...