Chapter 105

Torin Thorne lay curled on the sofa in his darkened room, the thick shadows outside the Grimjaw Pack estate casting long fingers across the floorboards. His hands clutched a pillow tightly against his chest, and his face was buried deep within it, muffling the sound of the occasional, involuntary sob.

But even with the fabric pressed against his face, he couldn't block out the visions in his mind.