Chapter 77
- Alpha Randall, his broad shoulders slacked due to the heavy weight of grief he felt, stood by the window. The fading tendrils of sunlight cast his face in a gloomy glow, highlighting the worry lines etched on his face by the recent events.
- He panicked, but he did well to hide it.
- Vulnerability was a luxury he couldn't afford, especially not in the presence of a woman as brave as Visha.