Renko’s POV.
I’m numb as I clutch my dead mate to my chest. I feel my claws erupt, wanting to follow her to the hunting grounds of Elysium.
“Collar him.” I move fast, but not fast enough when a silver collar is placed around my neck.
“You should have learnt by now. You are my nephew. You are still weak Renko Lovelace. Your parents would be so happy to know what a weakling their son and heir became. Someone get him some shorts.” My uncle says, but I don’t answer because he is right. I move the dark hair from Zoe’s face and sob as I bring her face to mine and kiss her gently.
“Move it. You can carry her body to her grandfather and you can tell him how you failed to protect her, just like you failed in the past.” I stand, not saying a word. Moving through the motions, not taking my eyes f
