ZYAN
I arrived at the Golden Claws Pack’s territory, stepping out of my car as the sound of laughter and music filled the air. The celebration was in full swing. Pack members were gathered around, drinking, dancing, and chatting like this was the best night of their lives. Warriors stood near the entrance, nodding in acknowledgment as I passed by.
But something felt… off.
“Wait, Zayn.”
I stopped in my tracks as Zyrus, my wolf, growled inside my head. There was a warning in his voice, an uneasiness I hadn’t expected.
“What is it?” I asked, my eyes scanning the crowd.
Zyrus was silent for a moment before responding, “I don’t feel her here.”
My whole body tensed at his words. I already knew what he meant, but I needed to hear it clearly. “What do you mean?”
“Our mate… she’s not at
