Zarek.
It had been days since the news of Valtira’s mating ceremony reached me, and I had forced myself to keep moving ever since—training until my muscles screamed, sitting through endless meetings, surrounding myself with noise and bodies and duty. Anything to drown the roar inside my head.
I had tried countless times to crush the thought of going to see her. To erase it completely. But I knew myself too well. The moment I stepped foot into Draven’s territory, it would no longer be about seeing her.
I would drag her back.
She belonged to me.
She had always known it.
And yet she had chosen another man.
I was certain Zechariah would have dragged me back by the shoulders if I so much as turned toward the gates. He would remind me—again—that I could not afford recklessness. That I sh
