Zayne’s POV
I don’t remember deciding to move.
My body acts before my mind catches up, before reason or restraint has a chance to interfere. One blink, Jake is on the ground, shaking under Aurora’s power. The next thing, I have him.
My hand slams into his chest, driving him back so hard his spine hits the wall with a c***k that echoes through the clearing.
Dust falls from the stone. He gasps, the sound thin and broken.
My claws are out. They slide up his throat, sharp tips resting just under his jaw. I can feel his pulse racing against them, wild and uneven, like his heart is trying to escape his body.
His hands clutch at my arm, weak, useless. His entire body trembles.
Good. All I can smell is blood.
Aurora’s blood, bright, sharp, wrong in the air.
George’s blood, thick, fading
