Two months passed.
Cayden returned to the pack empty and restless. His wolf paced, snarled, broke furniture, howled at the moon. Xayden and Nox watched their son unravel.
Then Zane returned from his sanctuary, releasing a record-breaking album in hiding.
He did not expect Cayden in the pack land.
The club pulsed with sound and bodies. Cayden sat at the center, wolves draped over him, hands on his arms, his chest, his thighs. They laughed and praised him.
Zane’s heart shattered.
He went to the bar and drank.
Then he danced.
The floor parted for him. His body moved like water, hips rolling, shoulders fluid, head thrown back. Eyes followed him. Desired him.
Cayden’s wolf roared.
Jealousy snapped something loose.
Cayden crossed the floor and pulled Zane into him. Hands locked around
