Chapter 219

Third Person's POV

Zarek lay slumped against the high-backed chair, his broad chest heaving, sweat dripping down his temples. His face was contorted in anguish, and the veins along his temple pulsed as though something monstrous pressed from within. His eyes remained closed, but the tension rolling off him was undeniable—his wolf fought for control.

Elara's fury burned in her chest as she knelt by