Zane pov.
I didn’t even hear half of what Tyson said. The second the words Tessa and council house left his mouth, my body was already moving, tearing through the halls like the shadows themselves carried me. My pulse thundered in my ears, my wolf pressing hard against my skin, whispering dark promises if she was hurt.
By the time I shoved the council house doors wide open, the weight of every stare pressed against me but I didn’t care. My eyes were locked, searching. Always searching for her.
And there she was.
Tessa sat rigidly behind some man I didn’t recognize, didn’t matter who the hell he was, didn’t matter his rank or bloodline. All I saw was her. My mate. Her shoulders too stiff, her eyes rimmed red like she’d been holding back tears but refused to break in front of them.
Rage
