Zeph's POV
I'm driving like a f*****g maniac, my black Lamborghini tearing down the highway at speeds that would get me arrested if any cop was stupid enough to try and stop me. But I don't care. Nothing matters except getting to her, getting to Kestrel before it's too late. My hands grip the steering wheel so tight my knuckles are white, my jaw clenched so hard my teeth ache. The mate bond is screaming in my chest, pulling me toward her with desperate urgency, and underneath that pull is pain. Her pain. Sharp and burning and overwhelming.
My wolf is going absolutely insane in my mind, howling and snarling and demanding I go faster, shift and run, tear apart anyone who hurt our mate. Mate hurt. Mate dying. Go faster. Kill them all.
"I know," I growl out loud, pushing the accelerator eve
