Enzo's POV
The drive home was a blur, my hands gripping the steering wheel tighter with every turn as the scene replayed over and over in my mind. Tiara. Just the thought of her name stirred something primal inside me—a force I couldn't explain or control. My wolf snarled, agitated and restless, demanding answers I didn't have.
Slamming the door of my room shut, I collapsed onto the bed, my head in my hands. Why her? Why now? Why did this girl have such a hold on me, a hold stronger than the memory of my dead mate? I had vowed never to feel anything for anyone again after I lost her. And yet, Tiara had awakened something in me, something I didn't want to acknowledge, something I couldn't fight. My wolf craved her. He needed her, and that terrified me.
