Zyros’s POV
The bond burned like fire through my chest and every step I took only made it worse. The hollow ache of Selvara’s absence gnawing at me really hard.
I stormed across the courtyard, and went to where she had been thrown. I could see the guards stumbled aside, but I didn’t slow. My wolf pressed hard against my skin, snarling, demanding that I run, that I tear into the forest and follow her scent until I found her.
But I couldn’t. Not yet, at least. I had to face the council first.
The doors to the council chamber slammed open as I shoved my way in. The elders were already waiting with Ronan at the center as if he was expecting me.
“She’s gone,” I growled. “Taken from under your guard.”
A couple of them murmured, while some elders exchanged sharp glances, others raised their
