AT KEIR’S HOUSE
Zoraya sat up straight on the bed, her face pale as she looked around the room wildly, her hands clenched in white-knuckled fists around the sheets. Her glassy, wide eyes met his, and then her frantic movements stopped, and they just stared at each other in silence.
Keir attempted to speak, but his throat tightened as if bound by the power of the moment. A stirring grew sharper, throbbing with intensity inside his head, and he knew instinctively what it was. He had been around wolves long enough to understand, but all he could think about was his mate, who was still alive and right in front of him.
How?
Tears welled up in his eyes, blurring his vision, a wave of emotion so strong it almost overcame him, blending with the tiredness, grief, and relief that throbbed in h
