_Dorian's POV_
The morning sun filtered through the window, casting golden rays across the room. I blinked against the light, my mind already racing.
Lyla.
Her voice from last night still echoed in my head. The way she had laughed, the softness in her tone when she spoke to Aaron—it didn’t make sense. It wasn’t her. Shadow growled low in my mind. He was restless and uneasy.
We had to get her out of here.
I threw off the covers and sat up, running a hand through my hair. Across the room, Marcus was still asleep, his arm draped over his face to block out the light. I grabbed a pillow and tossed it at him.
"Wake up," I said, my voice sharp with urgency.
Marcus groaned and cracked one eye open. "What the hell, Alpha Dorian?"
"I need to see Lyla."
He sighed and sat up, rubbing his temp
