NOAH’S POV
She was walking down one of the dim streets near the pack’s southern border, her long dark hair flowing behind her. But what sent a cold chill down my spine was the shadow following her—a tall figure, cloaked, moving with eerie silence a few meters behind her.
The camera zoomed in, showing the figure more clearly. Whoever it was had their hood drawn low, face hidden, but the menace was unmistakable.
“Who sent this?” Logan’s voice was low, controlled, but his hand trembled slightly as he gripped the phone.
Then, another text came through.
Reject the mate bond if you want her alive.
My heart dropped.
For a moment, the hall, the music, the crowd—all of it faded away.
The only thing that existed was that single, terrifying sentence.
Zane swore under his breath, rising abru
