Chapter 35

Third Person's POV

The filth spilling from Zyla's lips only darkened Dravos Vandor's expression. His wolf was already pacing inside him, claws raking against his skin.

"Fine," Elara Valkar's voice was low, edged with ice. "If you feel no regret, then I won't either."

Zyla sneered, fangs glinting faintly under the hotel room's light. "No regret? And what exactly will you do about it?" She turned to