DRAVEN'S POV.
One second I was in my chambers, hands braced against the door, lungs burning like I'd run for miles. The next, I was striding through the west wing with my heartbeat slamming so violently I could barely think.
My curse hadn't reacted. Selin touched me…
full hand on my chest, and nothing happened. NOTHING. My wolf wasn't just restless, he didn't just stir, he roared.
I needed answers. I needed control. I needed someone who wasn't her. I grabbed the mindlink instinctively, the invisible tether between Alpha and second snapping open.
Me: Zayn. My chambers. Now.
There was no response for half a second.
Then,
Zayn: You sound like you're about to murder someone. Should I bring a shovel or holy water?
I didn't answer. I walked back into my room.
