The cold didn’t touch me.
It should have.
Snow crunched under my boots as Blake and I cut across the compound toward the east perimeter, the early light still pale and thin across the trees. The air bit sharp, clean, carrying the scent of pine, frost—
And underneath it—
Her.
It clung to me.
Faint. Lingering. Maddening.
Zayne, focus.
Blake walked beside me, quiet for once. That alone told me how serious this was.
“You good?” he asked finally.
“No.”
Blake huffed under his breath. “Yeah. Same.”
We didn’t say anything else after that.
Because there was nothing to say.
A rogue had gotten inside our territory.
Inside the compound.
Inside her room.
My jaw tightened.
Too close.
He got too damn close.
My wolf surged beneath my skin, restless, agitated, pacing like it had been ca
