ZALE’S POV;
The night had been long, dragging on like a relentless storm I couldn't escape. I had returned to my office, seeking the solitude it provided. It was my refuge, a place where I could think without the weight of the pack pressing in on me. Yet even here, I couldn’t escape the thoughts swirling in my mind—thoughts of her. Amora.
I sat in my chair, staring at the stack of papers on my desk, yet unable to focus. My mind kept drifting back to the girl who now lay in one of the guest rooms, a girl whose life I had upended without so much as an explanation. What was it about her that drew me in? Was it the mate bond, that primal, undeniable connection that forced me to care for her in ways I didn’t fully understand? Or was there something more?
The faint light of dawn had begun to
