Desperation.

Evelyn.

Something was eating me up. Something I tried my best to stop. Something I tried my best to ignore. Heck, I had done everything possible to keep it out of my mind, to the point where I worked myself to the point where I didn’t have any seconds to spare to think about it. But even at that, I just couldn’t. No matter how busy I was, no matter how hard I tried not to think about it, my mind would not stop going back to it even in the midst of the chaos.

It was desperation. And it chased at me as if it was the very essence of my being. Like I couldn’t survive another second without it.

And I was not being desperate just for myself or the situation at the pack. I was not even desperate for the threat that the goddamn person of Alpha Cyrus had made. I was desperate because I needed to know what exactly was going on. I needed to know what happened to my mate.

Growing restless after leaving Alpha Cyrus’s pack and having no other news apart from the one the soldier came back with a