Alexander’s POV
Two hours in a parked car is enough time to plan a corporate takeover, dismantle a rival pack’s hierarchy, or—in my case—spiral into a quiet, violent madness.
I sat in the driver’s seat of the SUV, the engine idling with a low, vibrating purr that matched the growl currently lodged in my chest. My eyes were fixed on the glass double doors of the Silver Center. I hadn’t blinked in minutes.
The threat.
Elijah’s words were a poison in my blood. It seeks the spark.
I scanned every face that walked out of that building. I looked for the tell-tale signs of the supernatural—the glamour of a Fae, the predatory gait of a Shifter, the cold emptiness of a possessed human. But all I saw were tired students in hoodies, clutching coffee cups like lifelines.
Where is she? Titus sna
