“Go to her!” Mars, Tristan’s wolf, urged with a primal growl.
Tristan paced his room restlessly. Zoriana wasn't his mate, but he felt an undeniable pull toward her—an instinctive need to protect her. She was likely sleeping peacefully just a wall away, but he couldn't shake the chilling sensation that something was deeply wrong.
“I can’t just barge into her room in the middle of the night for no reason,” he retorted to Mars.
“Just GO!” Mars roared, clawing at the surface to take control.
Tristan’s eyes flashed with silver light. In a heartbeat, he was standing outside Zoriana's door. He froze, his hand hovering, still hesitating to knock.
THUD. Something heavy hit the floor inside her room, followed by the sharp creak of floorboards. Tristan didn't wait. He didn't call her name. His A
