Chapter 13. He Craves Her

Daniel POV

I left Elizabeth standing among the trees—there was nothing more I could say. My shoulders curled forward, each step felt like trudging through mud as I made my way back to the house.

Inside my head, I couldn’t escape the replay of her story: the brutal assault she’d endured. I’d demanded every gruesome detail, and she’d given them without holding back. Now the horror of what that bastard did to her looped on repeat in my mind.

I stormed into my room and slammed the door so hard the hinges rattled. All I could think about was ripping off my clothes and letting hot water wash away the grime clinging to my skin. Instead, the only water I had was ice-cold. I needed the shower—then I had no idea what I’d do next.

As I climbed the stairs, my Wolf prowled behind my thoughts, jaws parting in a silent snarl. He was wound so tight he could barely contain himself, desperate for blood. We both wanted to taste that coward’s life.

I stepped under the cold