Zayn stood in the doorway, his eyes wild and his chest heaving. He’d left the packhouse earlier for a breather, to clear his mind. But something pulled him back.
When he did, his wolf grew restless and worried. When he heard Lily’s heavy breathing through the door, he knew something was wrong.
The scene confirmed his worst fears. Lily was hyperventilating, gasping for air as if she couldn’t breathe. Her face was pale.
“Step away from her,” Zayn growled at Alva, who was crouched next to Lily.
“I know how this looks, Alpha. But you have to trust me,” She said calmly, “I asked about her past, it appears to have triggered a traumatic memory.”
Zayn didn’t wait for further explanation. His wolf was clawing at his insides, demanding he protect their mate. Before he could say anything else, Zayn felt a hand tugging on his pant leg.
