Zade's Pov

I sat in the chair by the window, my body still aching from wounds that refused to heal as quickly as I wanted. The packhouse stank of Draven’s wolves, their presence thick outside my door. It was his territory, not mine, and I hated that truth. But for now, I needed him.

My fingers tapped against the armrest, slow at first, then harder. My chest was tight, my breath shallow. Every thought circled back to her.

My men had thrown Nyx in the Forest of the dead. She had ...