ZUKO POINT OF VIEW

The tree snapped in half under my hand.

I didn’t even realize I grabbed it until I felt the wood crack and fall to the ground. The rage in me kept coming in waves, it was becoming uncontrollable.

The witch’s words kept replaying in my head. “Kayla’s blood.”

They used her blood.

My wolf kept whispering the same thing over and over…

“Our mate is in danger. We have to save her. Go get her,” he repeated again and again.

But I can’t. Not yet.

Not until the ...