Zyros’s POV
I had just removed my boots and was reaching for the bed when I heard Elder Ronan’s voice from the corridor. It wasn’t unusual for him to roam late into the night, but what froze me was the second voice I heard, trembling and crying. It was Selvara.
Every muscle in my body went rigid. My wolf slammed against me, raking at the inside of my chest. I crossed the room in two strides and gripped the door handle.
I should probably go out to check what was happening. I thought to myself, but I stopped, pressing my forehead against the wood instead.
If I stepped out there now, Ronan would use it against me. He would say I had broken the order of the Elders, that I had interfered in matters of discipline. Whatever was happening out there had finally given Ronan a chance against her
