Chapter 89 Broken

• Zaine had finished his patrol and was heading home when he stopped at a clearing, shifting back to his human form to get dressed before entering the pack’s territory. As he pulled on his clothes, a strange yet familiar sensation prickled his senses, prompting him to scan his surroundings.
• After slipping on his pants and holding his shirt, Zaine glanced around warily. With the recent surge in rebel attacks, his first thought was danger, and he stayed on high alert. His wolf stirred, heightening his unease.
• “This presence feels familiar,” Zaine’s wolf said. “It’s not a rebel—it reminds me of Isadora.”