No matter how much time slipped by, the ache never dulled. It remained raw, relentless, carved into him like a wound that refused to close.
He didn't even know if Odette was still alive.
Years had passed. If she was out there… she must have suffered beyond measure cast into the hands of the worst kind of predators this world had to offer. The thought alone made something violent twist inside him.
And the worst part?
He still hadn't found her.
The one responsible for tearing his life apart remained untouched safe within the Alpha King's castle, breathing easily while he burned. Rage surged through his veins, hot and suffocating. He felt like he might explode like he needed to hurt something just to quiet the storm inside him.
A firm hand settled on his shoulder.
Alberto.
"We'll find her," he said, his voice steady, grounding. "You need to calm down."
Gérard inhaled sharply, his fists tightening, then loosening, over and over again as he forced himself to breathe.
