/-Zara-/

"Alpha Draven?"

Of all people, I never expected to see him here.

Alpha Draven stood in the doorway, his chest heaving, his golden eyes wild with something I'd never seen in them before—fear.

"Zara," he breathed my name like a prayer, like he'd been running for miles. "Goddess, Zara, I just heard—"

He crossed the room in three long strides, dropping to his knees beside my bed. His hands hovered over me, as if he was afraid to touch me.

Why did he sound like he cared about me ...