Chapter 46

Liam slammed his forehead on the desk as he felt the intense stares coming from behind. He swallowed his saliva nervously as if he had done something terrible. He knew the dark circles underneath his eyes were getting visible, and he knew he barely touched his meals since Rowan captured Jazmine. Liam didn't have the appetite to eat or the will to sleep. All he could think about was looking for his mate while his pack was trying to recuperate.

"If you're staring any longer, you might puncture holes onto his back," Brandon spoke as he entered the office.

The hospital discharged Brandon a few hours ago, and he already returned to his post in the pack. It appeared everyone in the pack was a workaholic. With the war raging on their doorstep, nobody was at ease. Everyone was edgy and alerted as they didn't know when the next attack would happen.

Cohen groaned in annoyance before slumping on the seat. "Look at him! He didn't eat nor sleep. He's a walking zombie."

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