The Weight of Waiting

Valerie’s POV

I had been sitting down when Bryce told me the news, but now I was pacing. Wringing my hands together, I couldn’t relax. An itch had crawled up my spine and made a home there, never allowing me to feel comfort.

How could I feel anything but tension knowing Darius was out there fighting fang and claw? Getting hurt? Hurting others? Potentially dying?

“I shouldn’t have told you,” Bryce