Ziana’s POV
“What the f*ck?” Killian exclaims from over my shoulder. I jump as I realize he read the letter over my shoulder.
“I.” I start to explain but his anger overflows the bond. I can barely contain it.
“Is that the f*cker you were talking about?? Who does he think he is? This is unacceptable. You are not HIS. You’re mine!” He yells and begins to tremble with the force of holding his wolf back. I suck in a breath and wrap my arms around him.
“I’m yours, Killian. I’m yours.” I say on repeat until he stops shaking and is holding me back. He pulls away, eying the necklace.
“What is it?” He asks.
“My old collar. He. He used to make me wear it so everybody knew I was taken.” I whisper and he starts shaking again.
“HE WHAT?!”” He screams, fur sprouting, eyes flickering back and for
