Zander's POV
I sat in my wheelchair, staring a hole through the small screen in my hand.
I'd faced down armies of thousands of rogues and stood my ground against the Council's interrogation, but I'd never felt like this—like a shaky, nervous pup.
I knew what disappearing meant. For the person left behind, ghosting was a cruelty worse than death.
I was terrified that the vibrant Liana I remembered would hate me—that she'd want nothing to do with me.
Then the screen lit up. I saw her reply and finally let out a breath I felt like I'd been holding for years.
But I couldn't let my guard down yet.
Four and a half years was an eternity. In our world, that's more than enough time for a single she-wolf to find her mate or even start a family.
I gripped the phone so hard my knuckles turned
