ZALE’S POV;
The moment I stepped out of the dining room, the mask I wore—the calm, controlled façade—began to crack. Every inch of me was bristling with barely contained rage, a storm brewing just beneath the surface. Wilder’s report wasn’t just an inconvenience; it was a threat to everything I’d worked to protect. The traitor was getting bolder, and I knew his endgame was far from over. He wouldn’t stop until he tore down everything I’d built, everything I held dear—including her.
Wilder kept pace at my side, his expression tense and alert, but he didn’t speak. He knew better than to poke the beast when it was already on the edge. My thoughts kept drifting back to the girl I’d left in that room—Amora. My mate. The very reason I couldn’t afford to let my guard down, not even for a second
