The air in the room felt heavier with every second that passed.

Xavier couldn’t sit still. He kept pacing from one wall to another, his boots dragging against the cold floor, his hands shaking no matter how tightly he tried to clench them. The same hands that had once carried swords, ripped through enemies, and defended his pack — now trembled helplessly.

He pressed his palms against his face, exhaling shakily. His chest burned. Every second his sons were out there with Kia felt like a ...