Zayne's POV
Trust Tastes Like Blood:
The bond screamed. It wasn’t pain, not at first. It was absent.
One moment, Aurora was there, sharp and furious and alive inside my chest, and the next… nothing. Just a hollow snap, like a rope pulled too tight and suddenly cut.
“Aurora,” I growled, already moving.
My wolf surged forward violently, instincts roaring. The night air smelled wrong—fear, chemicals, unfamiliar wolves. Blood rushed in my ears as I turned in a slow circle, scanning the parking lot.
She was gone. No footsteps. No sound. No trace of her warmth.
“Where is she?” I demanded.
Jake staggered back from the car, clutching his side where I’d thrown him moments earlier. His face was pale, eyes wide, not smug now. Terrified.
“She was right there,” he said hoarsely. “They took he
