Zoriana entered her room at the Iron-Heart packhouse and gasped as she was suddenly enveloped by a pair of strong, familiar arms. For a split second, her Alpha instincts flared, and she prepared to fight back, but then the familiar sparks of the mate bond danced across her skin.
“It’s too risky for you to be here,” she whispered, turning to face Gael.
“I couldn't stay away. I heard you were in danger; I had to see for myself that you were whole,” he said softly, cupping her cheek and pressing his forehead against hers.
“How did you know about the ambush?” she asked, her curiosity piqued.
Gael laughed softly, a sound of pure devotion. “Do you think I would send the most precious person in my life to an enemy pack without backup? I have eyes in every pack, Zoriana. For now, it’s safer if
