Zyros’s POV

The sound came again. My door moved though I hadn’t touched it. My hand went to the dagger on my table before I turned sharply just as someone slipped into the room.

I didn’t wait to see who it was. My wolf lunged forward with me. In one move I had the figure slammed against the wall, then shoved onto the bed. My claws pushed halfway out, grazing the stranger’s throat.

“Who sent you?!” I growled.

The man gasped under my hold. “Please, don’t kill me!” I narrowed ...