ZAIN – POV
The training yard was nearly empty by the time the moon rose above the trees, casting long shadows across the stone walls and iron gates. Cian was already saddling his horse, and Gamma Rhys stood nearby, checking their supply packs with practiced efficiency.
We were ready.
At least, they were.
Me? I wasn't sure what the hell I was feeling.
Anger. Lust. Frustration. A bitter cocktail churning in my gut.
I adjusted the straps on my belt and exhaled, trying to keep my wolf from clawing its way to the surface. But it was restless—he was restless. We both were. I could feel the tension vibrating in my skin like a fuse waiting for a match.
All because of her.
Violet.
The way she'd looked at me in that kitchen, like she could see right through me and still dared to challenge what she saw.
In front of my pack.
In front of everyone.
