ZALE’S POV;
When Amora's eyes fluttered open, the atmosphere in the room was thick with tension, so palpable it was as though the air itself was suffocating. I could feel her fear before she even fully registered where she was—her pulse was racing, heart thudding wildly in her chest, echoing in the quiet space like a distant drumbeat. She had no idea where she was or what had happened, but it was only a matter of time before the memories started to flood back.
The woods. The rogue. My wolf.
Lace had terrified her, as I knew he would. No human could witness a Lycan’s transformation—let alone my wolf’s overwhelming size and strength—and remain unaffected. She had fainted as soon as her eyes met Lace's silver fur, collapsing onto the ground as if the weight of the revelation had crushed he
