Nicholas POV.
I stood in my study, the room filled with the smell of old books and leather, my hands clenched, my heart pounding with a restless anger that never left me.
The scar across my jaw itched, a reminder of battles fought, of losses that still burned. My Beta, Nathan, stepped in, his boots loud on the wooden floor, his brown eyes steady.
"Alpha, your vehicle's ready," he said, his voice calm but firm, his hand gesturing to the door.
I nodded, my jaw tight, my dark green cloak heavy on my shoulders, its hood low, hiding my face.
I didn't want anyone seeing me, not today, not when my mind was a storm of rage and plans.
I followed Nathan out, my steps quick, the packhouse quiet, the morning sun barely breaking through the thick clouds.
The black car waited outside, its engine humming, the air cool, the forest around the Fang pack's territory dense and silent.
