Chapter: Jared
The room was silent except for the faint crackle of the fire in the corner. My desk was scattered with maps and notes, all centering on one person—Xaden.
No matter how much I stared at them, the pieces wouldn't fit. The bastard had planned this too well. He had power, resources, and now blood on his hands. Trina's face flashed in my mind, and I clenched my fists.
He won't get away with this.
I paced the room, my thoughts racing. The pack was strong, but Xaden was unpredictable. He knew our weaknesses, our strengths, and he wouldn't stop until he tore everything apart.
A sharp knock on the door broke through my thoughts.
I frowned, glancing at the clock. It was late—too late for anyone to be wandering the halls. I crossed the room, opening the door cautiously.
"Zina?"
