Chapter Twenty-Three.

Zorien’s POV.

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Materializing inside my bed chamber on the window sill, I’m eager to see that pup already in my bed but a wave of disappointment blares at me instead when I find no trace of her. My excited mood fades away instantly, and so does my iron grip on the weight in my left clutch. I and Ashton went to cool off some steam at the border three miles away from the part of the forest where her Pack lies opposite.

Hunting Werebears have always been a favorite game for me, and I brought the head of their strongest warrior tonight so I can scare her shitless.

But she’s not here and I suddenly don’t feel like it anymore. The blood-dripping crushed head of a full-grown Grizzly drop from my hand and along its fall engulfs in searing flames that burn it to ashes right away. Then again, there are many ways to torture her.

Descending from the window, I run a quick spatial scan of the room, detecting a small life-form beneath my bed and I smirk cruelly. Her little Weasel seems to be