Avery’s POV
I was still too weak to run, so my dash up to the pack house was more of a fast-paced hobble. As I hurried along, Zara’s words kept echoing in my mind.
“He is not a patient man.”
How long did I really have before the Rogue King decided to force my hand further and escalated his torture of my mother or worse? It already tore me apart to think that it was due to me that she was subjected to the treatment I had seen on the camera feed Zara had shown me.
More than that, it did confirm the intel that Gideon had brought to me. That my mother was being held in some sort of dungeon. We had been on the right trail, but I still was no closer to finding a solution to breaking my mother out safely.
I scurried along the road up the hill to the pack house, and hoped that I would be a
