Third Person POV
Vaden paced in the dimly lit corridor, his mind racing. He felt like a failure—his mate, Sofia, had been nearly killed, and the guards he trusted had allowed her to be exposed to danger. His heart pounded in his chest, not from exertion but from the weight of his anger and frustration. Every step was heavy, his thoughts spinning in a whirlwind of what could’ve gone wrong. The safety of his pack, and Sofia, was his responsibility.
When he reached the head guard, the man was already waiting for him. The older wolf stood stiffly at attention, his eyes cautious but unwavering. Vaden didn’t waste time with pleasantries.
“Who were the guards assigned to Sofia?” Vaden’s voice was low, every syllable carrying the weight of his frustration. “The ones supposed to escort her in
