Krysta's POV
After that night, Nathan began his relentless search for me, but my trail had been so carefully obscured that he couldn't track where I'd gone.
He scoured every pack in the northern territories and ventured into many southern ones, though he never reached the remote areas where I'd finally found sanctuary. Through the memories he shares with me now, I witness how other packs came to fear his very presence. His demands to search their territories for me were absolute. Any Alpha who dared refuse faced Nathan's wrath - he would attack without hesitation, kill the Alpha if necessary, then search anyway. Word of his ruthlessness spread like wildfire, and most pack leaders quickly learned to step aside when Nathan appeared at their borders.
Through these shared memories, I feel the crushing weight of his devastation, the profound sense of failure that consumed him each time he came up empty-handed.
