Chapter 100
Lenora
The Savage Claw mutts have the audacity to come back without my mate.
They swagger into White Stone like nothing's wrong, their boots dragging dust, their expressions empty of shame. When I ask where Cameron is, all they offer is a shrug, a half-muttered "we lost him."
Lost him.
As if he's some pup who wandered off chasing butterflies.
I want to rip their throats out.
Instead, I stand at the edge of the circle of wolves that has formed, my arms folded, my voice carrying enough ice to silence the whispers. "So you came back here without him? Without even trying?"
A few glance away. The new leader clears his throat, but the words catch like he knows better than to test me.
I don't waste more time. "Able-bodied wolves, with me," I order. The bond thrums steady in my chest, strong and alive. He's out there. He's breathing.
