Ava’s POV
The sound of howls echoed through the walls of the pack house, sharp and fierce. Every cry sent shivers down my spine.
They were out there, fighting, bleeding and killing to protect their pack and I was here, locked inside, pacing my room like a caged animal.
I hated it.
Every muscle in my body screamed to move, to run, to do something but Kane’s order had been clear before he left: Stay here, don’t step outside.
I pressed my hands into the window frame, staring out at the dark forest in the distance. Smoke rose above the trees, the faint glow of fire flickered against the night sky.
My heart twisted. What if Kane didn’t come back? What if one of those rogues got to him first?
“No,” I whispered, shaking my head. “He’s strong. He’ll come back.”
But warriors die every day,
