Jason could not rest.
All night, his wolf paced inside his chest like a wild storm trapped in a cage. The beast growled, snarled, and scraped against his ribs, trying to escape. It felt something—something sharp, dark, and wrong. Something that told him Aria was in danger.
Jason stood in the middle of his room, fists clenched so hard his knuckles turned white. His heart beat fast, almost too loud for his own ears.
Aria… where are you?
His wolf whispered inside him, voice shaking with fear:
“Mate is hurting.”
Those three words made Jason’s breath catch. Rage burned inside him like a fire hotter than the sun.
He stormed out of the room.
He did not walk.
He did not move calmly.
He marched like a king ready for destruction he had already order all the members of the council to be gat
