Zayne’s POV
The roof groaned beneath my boots as I stood at the edge, the night wind slicing through me like a warning.
Below, chaos waited. I could hear it even from here, the raised voices, the fear, the fury. Jake’s fury.
Aurora’s pain. It rolled through the compound like a storm that had finally decided to break.
Too late, a voice whispered in my head. I clenched my jaw.
No. If this was the end, then I would decide how it ended.
I stepped off the roof. For a split second, there was nothing but air.
Then I jumped.
The world dropped away as my body surrendered to instinct.
My bones cracked. Muscles tore and reformed. Pain exploded through me, sharp and familiar, as my wolf ripped free mid-air. Fur burst across my skin. My scream turned into a roar before it ever left my throat
