LAZAR

​Three days.

It's been three fucking days since I sat on this fucking chair watching the woman I love wither away like a flower in the frost, without stepping away from her to go about my Alpha duties.

The Pack House was silent, a suffocating kind of quietness that felt like it was mourning a death that hadn't happened yet, a death that was waiting around the corner before it happened.

​I hadn’t shifted. I hadn’t eaten. I hadn’t gone to the Courtroom for important meetings. Fuck! I hadn't even closed my eyes for more than a few minutes at a time. My wolf was pacing back and forth,...