Chapter 213

Zarek's POV

When Elara stepped out of the old Valkar Compound's packing room, Zorath and I were left alone amidst the scattered boxes and the smell of aged wood. I could feel the tension crackle between us, as sharp as the scent of blood on the wind. Our eyes locked, wolf to wolf, instinctively assessing dominance and threat.

"She's still the same," Zorath finally muttered, voice low but taunting.