Chapter 15
Greyson’s POV
The word rogues changed the air instantly.
The calm night fractured.
My instincts snapped into place before thought could follow.
Zara was still in my arms—too warm, too fragile at that moment, and reacting to something I didn’t yet understand.
Another pulse of that strange energy rolled through her body, and I felt it through the bond like an electric shock.
Not normal.
Not omega.
Not anything I had ever encountered.
I lowered her carefully, but she grabbed my shirt immediately.
“Don’t leave me,” she whispered.
That hit harder than the rogues.
Sky surged forward inside me.
We are not leaving her.
I already knew that.
I turned slightly, scanning the tree line.
Dark movement.
Too many scents.
Coordinated.
Not wild rogues.
Organized.
Hunting.
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