Zayne's POV
The city lights blurred beneath me as I raced through the streets of Los Angeles, my mind a storm of rage, fear, and relentless determination.
Every pulse of my wolf within me sharpened the bond, drawing me toward her, toward Aurora. That bond, the one I had sworn didn’t matter, the one I had tried to bury beneath layers of revenge and calculation, throbbed now like a warning flare.
Her scent was faint but unmistakable. Every quiver in the bond made my chest tighten, my teeth grit. She was alive. She was calling to me, even if she didn’t know it herself. And I swore, I swore on everything I had ever held sacred, that I would find her before they broke her completely.
“Zayne,” a voice called sharply behind me, pulling me from the storm of instinct. Alan. My best friend, my
