Lyssandra.
I was halfway down the staircase when I nearly collided with Danika. She looked… terrible. Angry. Restless.
Like she had chewed through her own patience hours ago, grinding it down to nothing. Her hands were clenched so tightly, my chest ached just watching.
I stopped immediately. “Danika? What’s wrong with you? You look like you want to tear someone apart, and wear their entrails as a crown.”
Her chin lifted, sharp and stubborn, her eyes dark with frustration and fire. “Zarek and his beta visited Draven. They went to his pack…”
I blinked. My mind tried to reason it out. Zarek and Draven had their own… history, sharp as knives, their clashes legendary.
And yet, a sudden visit from Zarek to Draven’s pack wasn’t something that could be ignored. But I swallowed hard, forcin
