THIRD POV
Darren stormed through the gates of Stonevale’s pack house like a man trying to outrun his own rage.
The moment his boots hit the inner courtyard, the air around him seemed to shift. Wolves who had been stationed outside immediately lowered their heads, instinctively sensing the violence in his aura. None of them spoke. None of them dared.
Darren didn’t even look at them.
He moved straight inside.
Controlled only by the thin thread of discipline that kept him from tearing the entire place apart.
The doors slammed behind him as he entered the main hall, and for a brief second, he just stood there—breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling in sharp, uneven bursts.
Then it hit him.
Not the silence.
Not the emptiness.
But the realization that everything had fallen apar
