Zane's POV:
I left before Rolan could start barking pit orders. He was still panting, red in the face, pacing like a caged beast while Keiran watched him with that usual bored smirk.
I made some vague excuse about needing to check on something in my room, gave Keiran a half-wave, and slipped down the hall.
Truth is, I had no interest in sticking around to watch Rolan lose his mind over Alyssa’s return.
My brothers were all too predictable. Rolan wanted control. Keiran wanted blood. Cole wanted peace. And me?
I wanted her.
Everyone kept rambling on about how beautiful she was now — how the little exile girl we’d once bullied had returned, not as some scrappy, timid wolf, but as something… radiant.
But that wasn’t what hooked me. No, what tangled itself around my throat and squeezed
