Draven
"It has to fucking work!" I ground the words out of my locked jaw, pacing, dragging quivering hands through my hair.
The heat had grown to be too much, the humidity sticking to my skin making every exponentially more frustating and infuriating.
I couldn't think straight, I could not comprehend the shittu turn of event this entire nightmare had fucking taken.
I could feel their piercing gazes on me, but even if the bitch named Morgana or the eldritch Alpha knew my most darkest, devastating secret it held no water compared to what the mist-forsaken letter from the North clan had revealed.
"THE HELLHOUND IS ALTHEA'S MATE."
My chest had grown far too constricted for my hammering heart, I could take in enough air to get my bearings. The world had lost its meaning as everything continued to spiral out of control, out of my control.
