(Raiden's POV)
I stand at the window as dawn breaks across the horizon, splintering the sky into shades of gold and crimson.
The vibrant colors should soothe me, but instead, they mock my restlessness, highlighting the turmoil I feel deep within. The sleepless night has left me drained yet wired, my wolf pacing furiously beneath my skin, clawing and snarling at the images that refuse to leave my mind.
Siena.
Her name alone sends a ripple of discomfort through my chest. I run a frustrated hand through my hair, feeling the disheveled strands slip roughly between my fingers.
I pace my luxurious suite, the plush carpet muffling my anxious footsteps as my thoughts spiral relentlessly.
The idea of Zion, confident and charming, pursuing her openly—my mate—sends a burni
