(Raiden’s POV)
The clock on my office wall ticks relentlessly, each second louder than the last, marking the cruel passage of time slipping through my fingers.
I pace the room like a caged animal, my wolf restless beneath my skin.
My eyes flick repeatedly toward the window, searching for glimpses of Siena, as if I might somehow hold her here by sheer force of will alone.
The sun is already sinking low on the horizon, bleeding vivid shades of crimson and gold across the sky—beautiful, yet mocking in its reminder of how quickly her departure approaches.
For hours, I've tried to find a moment alone with Siena, desperate to speak openly, to finally voice the truth I've denied too long. But each attempt has ended in frustration, interrupted by pack emergencies, diplomatic
