Chapter 342

Third Person's POV

The night around West Pack territory was thick with silence, broken only by the occasional howl carried on the wind. Theron stood at the edge of the dark pines, his shoulders tense, his wolf pacing restlessly just beneath the surface. Every breath was agony, every heartbeat louder than the last.

Cleo was inside those walls. Inside Ulric's den.

Thalia crouched on a rock nearby, h