Chapter 35: Ghosts of Promises

Enzo’s

I sat at my desk, my pen slamming repeatedly against the wood, my mind a complete, agonizing mess. Noah’s dreams, that name—Nickolas—kept circling in my head like vultures, pulling up painful memories I had buried years ago.

Ren stood across from me, his scarred face blank as usual, but his eyes were sharp and watchful, studying me as if I were a bomb about to detonate. “Are you okay, Alpha?” he asked, his voice low and cautious. ...