Zyros’s POV

The moment the guards wrenched Selvara from the pen, I felt the bond flare in my chest. She struggled, but it was useless because about half a dozen of them dragged her across the courtyard toward the council chamber.

I followed them, though not as her protector and not even as her mate. No, If anyone asked, I was there as the prince of the pack, as Ronan’s nephew, and as Alpha Heir to be. But my heart knew better.

The hall she was taken to was where the council members had ...