Zyros’s POV

I had just removed my boots and was reaching for the bed when I heard Elder Ronan’s voice from the corridor. It wasn’t unusual for him to roam late into the night, but what froze me was the second voice I heard, trembling and crying. It was Selvara.

Every muscle in my body went rigid. My wolf slammed against me, raking at the inside of my chest. I crossed the room in two strides and gripped the door handle.

I should probably go out to check what was happening. I thought to ...