Zina's POV
I paced outside the packhouse for what felt like forever. My palms were sweaty, and my heart was beating so fast I thought it might burst out of my chest. Why was I even nervous? It wasn't like Jared was going to eat me alive—at least, I didn't think he would. But after that memory flashed in my mind earlier, I couldn't shake the feeling that seeing him would change everything.
Taking a deep breath, I pushed the door open and stepped inside. The familiar scent of cedarwood and something spicy filled my nose, and for a moment, it was almost comforting. Almost. The packhouse was quieter than usual, which made my footsteps sound way louder than they actually were.
"Looking for someone, sweetheart?" a voice called from the side, startling me.
I turned sharply to see one of the pack warriors smirking at me. Rolling my eyes, I ignored him and walked toward the living room. I didn't have time for small talk.
And then I saw him.
