Zaiden’s POV
The closer I got to the warehouse, the stronger it hit me.
Her scent.
Not the sweet pull of my mate’s bond but something tainted, heavy with fear and the sharp, bitter stench of wolfsbane. And beneath it all… heat. My wolf raged inside me, clawing at my chest. If they touched her if they even dared
“Fan out!” I barked at the warriors as we breached the rust-eaten doors. Steel groaned under our force. Shadows and dust swallowed us whole, but I didn’t need my eyes I could feel her.
And then I heard her broken whimper.
Her voice ragged, weak, but hers.
I followed the sound. Every step made my blood boil hotter. Then I saw it.
Karen. My mate. Pinned to the floor, wrists restrained above her head.
And a rogue on top of her.
His mouth was on her neck, tongue dragging over
