Aiden's POV
I paced the length of the study like a caged wolf, boots thudding against the hardwood floor. The fire in the hearth crackled low, but it did nothing to warm the cold knot twisting in my gut.
"You know pacing around won't solve anything," Knox said from where he leaned against the desk, arms folded.
I didn't stop. I couldn't. Alina was still out there somewhere, and every second she remained gone felt like another crack splitting through the foundation of everything I'd built.
"Maybe the Moon Goddess was wrong," he added carefully. "Maybe you don't need Alina back to keep the pack stable."
I stopped mid-stride and whipped around, pinning him with a glare that could have stripped bark from a tree.
