Nikolai

The memory of her voice, raw and broken, still echoed in my skull.

I sat behind my desk, the morning light filtering through the windows, painting long shadows across the scattered reports I couldn't focus on. Her words played on a loop—the way she'd described her mother's body, the lash marks on her back, the necklace clutched in her hand as Alpha Brian laughed at her grief.

My jaw hardened until my teeth ached.

I opened the mindlink before I could stop myself. "Igor. Orion. ...