ZANE’S POV
I stood outside her door with my hand resting on the knob like it was the only thing anchoring me to the ground.
Nina was inside.
Bound. Chained.
Her scent still clung to me like a second skin, the fear in her eyes burned into my memory. She tried to be brave… tried not to make it obvious she was in agony but I saw past that front. I saw the way her lips trembled, her way her eyes turned glossy with nudged tear. And I had turned away. Like a coward. Because if I hadn’t, I would have broken down the door, shattered every binding that held her, and begged the moon to take me instead.
It’s going to work. It had to.
Chase and Grant had left on my command. I couldn’t stand the way that damn pup looked at her like she was already gone. That hollow sympathy. It boiled my blood.
