Noah.
The knot of tension in my stomach hadn't loosened even an inch since Maria walked out of the room with Vincent.
I had tried to stay behind in the main hall like she asked, pacing the length of the carpet until my boots threatened to wear a groove into the floorboards. But the silence of the pack house felt wrong. The thought of Vincent—weakened and drug-suppressed as he was—walking anywhere near Maria made my Alpha blood itch under my skin like poison.
I couldn't just sit here and pretend I was fine with it.
I turned on my heel and headed straight up the grand stone staircase, my stride heavy and relentless. I didn't care if I was hovering. I didn't care if she got annoyed with me. I needed to see with my own eyes that she was safe, that the snake Aidan let into our home hadn't laid a finger on her.
