Third Person POV
Caz saw it before she even noticed he was watching her.
The delicate crescent moon pendant rested against her chest, gleaming in the soft morning light like a brand. Not his.
Gavin’s.
His heart clenched, the pain immediate and suffocating. Angelus surged forward, riding the crest of that emotional wave, too strong this time for Caz to stop him.
Before he knew it, they were across the training field, cutting through the crowd of murmuring pack members. Taryn was speaking to someone—Dean, maybe—but Angelus didn’t care. He didn’t see the Alpha. He saw her.
His mate. Wearing another male’s mark.
He grabbed her hand, firm but not cruel, and tugged her aside, ignoring the startled look in her eyes and the growing tension in his chest.
“Taryn,” Angelus said, voice rough,
