Chapter 32 Pack Tensions

• Zyros’s POV
• The bond burned like fire through my chest and every step I took only made it worse. The hollow ache of Selvara’s absence gnawing at me really hard.
• I stormed across the courtyard, and went to where she had been thrown. I could see the guards stumbled aside, but I didn’t slow. My wolf pressed hard against my skin, snarling, demanding that I run, that I tear into the forest and follow her scent until I found her.