Lysander’s POV
I had just finished checking on the survivors to make things easier for my mate when she returned. That was when I noticed Diane’s lingering gaze on me, her eyes filled with a hunger that made my skin crawl. I glared at her, making my disinterest clear.
But just as I was about to turn away, my wolf Liam’s urgent voice rang in my head.
“Rebecca,” Liam’s warning tone struck me.
My instincts surged to life, and I quickly looked around the room, my eyes locking onto the empty space where Leon had been. A growl rumbled in my chest as I realized he had slipped away, no doubt to cause trouble.
“Leon, that bastard,” I snarled, already moving.
I strode out of the ward, my long legs swallowing the distance as I trailed her scent. My heart pounded in my chest, my senses on high a
