Kane’s POV
The night air was cool, filled with the scent of pine and smoke from the torches burning along the corridors of the pack house. I was just returning from the council chambers where I’d met briefly with two of my warriors to discuss border patrols. The rogues were restless, moving closer again and I couldn’t afford to ignore it.
But even with danger pressing on all sides, my thoughts still circled back to her. Always to Ava.
I turned to the corner toward the wing where her chamber was and that’s when I saw him.
Zack.
He stood outside Ava’s door, one hand braced against the wall like he needed it to hold himself up. His head was bowed, his shoulders tense, his chest rising and falling in uneven breaths.
Something inside me stilled.
“Zack?” My voice came out harder than I me
