Chapter 139

Third Person's POV

The fear lingering in Zarek's body did not fade.

It clung to him, bone-deep, muscle-deep—a primal, choking terror.

His arms tightened around her as if the storm itself might rip her away again. Salt water dripped from his hair, slid across the sharp lines of his face, but he did not care. His wolf thrashed inside him, clawing, howling, demanding he hold her tighter.

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