SLEVARA’S POV

Zyros grabbed my hands before I could say anything, we heard the howl again loud and this time, my heart thudded loud. It was my heat mixed with fear.

Zyros’s hand was still locked around mine as we broke through the tree line. My lungs burned, my legs trembled, but he didn’t slow until the gates of the pack house came into view. His grip was iron, almost bruising even, but I didn’t dare let go.

The courtyard was already in chaos by the time we got back to the pack. ...