Kael paced restlessly through the dense forest, the shadows of the trees shifting with the rising moon. His wolf surged within him, restless and furious, gnashing at his insides with a violent need to act. Every fiber of his being screamed for him to tear through the woods, to find Marcus and rip him apart for what he'd done. For taking her.
Lyra.
Her name echoed in his mind, and with it came the sharp sting of regret. He had promised to protect her, and now she was in Marcus's grasp, vulnerable and exposed to the very danger he'd sworn to shield her from.
He hadn't been strong enough.
Kael ground his teeth, his fists clenched tightly at his sides as he tried to suppress the surge of emotions threatening to overwhelm him. This wasn't like him. He was always controlled, calculated. He never let his emotions dictate his actions. But Lyra… Lyra had changed everything.
