Zayne’s POV
Blood has a sound. People think it’s silent, but it’s not. It pounds in your ears, roars through your veins, screams for release. Right now, it was all I could hear.
Jake was beneath me, his back slammed against the concrete wall, my forearm pressed hard against his throat. His feet dangled off the ground, kicking uselessly. His face was turning purple, his eyes bulging with panic.
*Good.*
My wolf was fully awake, snarling, tearing at my insides, begging me to finish it. To snap his neck. To end him the way he deserved.
Years of lies. Threats. Poisoned words whispered in the dark.
I tightened my grip. His hands clawed at my arm. “Z–Zayne—”
I leaned closer, my voice low, deadly calm. “You should’ve run when you had the chance.”
I could feel his pulse hammering under my a
