FREDERIC POV
‘Stop searching for ghosts.’
The words followed me all the way down the stairs.
I could still hear Zinc saying them.
Quietly.
Almost f*****g kindly.
That was the part I hated most.
If he’d threatened me, suspended me, dragged me in front of the Council, I could have dealt with that. Anger was easy. Punishment was easy.
I was f*****g used to that.
Pity?
Fuck that.
I shoved the library door open harder than necessary and stepped into the corridor.
Maddox was pacing inside me, angry and thoughtful at the same time.
Everyone wouldn’t f*****g stop telling us she was dead.
But she wasn’t.
She couldn’t f*****g be.
I would have felt it.
Maddox would have felt it.
And we never did.
We never felt that ache, that gut-wrenching pain wolves felt when a kinship thread sna
