Zane’s POV
I was about to step into the witches' chamber when Rhylie’s voice called out from behind, interrupting my thoughts. Her voice held a familiar sweetness, but something in it felt sharper than usual.
“My Alpha,” she said, her voice dripping with a gentle insistence. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you. You left early this morning without a word. Where did you go?”
I turned to face her, irritation beneath my expression. Her eyes held a softness, a look she reserved for me and me alone, but I was far too concerned with Scarlett to care.
“Scarlett was in trouble,” I replied, keeping my voice soft, trying not to sound harsh. “I had to go look for her.”
Rhylie’s gaze tightened for a brief moment, almost as if she was suppressing anger. She stepped closer, looking up at me with wide, seemingly innocent eyes. “Zane, you left without a word… I was so worried about you,” she said, her hand reaching up to touch my arm.
I tried to ignore the pull in my mind, the strange haze that seem
