Chapter 401

Third Person's POV

Owen Frost stood at the edge of the dimly lit room, watching the she-wolf in the hospital bed. Willa Grimmaw looked more like a porcelain doll than the feared daughter of the Grimmaw Pack. Pale. Fragile. Hollow.

He exhaled slowly, then stepped closer. "Willa," he said softly, his voice a careful blend of warmth and resolve. "I know what happened in your room yesterday."

Willa di