Greyson’s POV
“They know I am awake.”
The room went deathly still.
Zara’s silver eyes remained fixed on me, glowing faintly like moonlight trapped beneath ice.
But it was not only her voice.
Something older moved beneath it.
Something vast.
Laura dropped the tray in her hands.
Clay shattered across the floor.
Davon swore under his breath.
Sky rose inside me with every hair bristling.
Not threat. Not prey. Power.
Helpful as always.
I moved closer to the bed, slow and controlled.
“Zara.”
No reaction.
She blinked once, gaze drifting past me to the window as though seeing something beyond the walls.
“The gates of blood have opened,” she whispered. “The hunted scent the path home.”
Laura made a frightened noise.
“Alpha…”
“Out,” I ordered without looking at her.
She hesitate
