Chapter Five

Zaine’s POV

The look on Torrin’s face is one of shock and fear when I come to stop at the top of the stairs and see Sophia sobbing in his arms. Well, not in his arms exactly, they are hanging limply at his sides, but she is pressed up against his chest and he is just stood there, still and silent as if cast in bronze.

My wolf tries to leap out of me before my foot even hits the top step. He wants to shred the man limb from limb until only ribbons of his flesh are scattered up and down the corridor. I supress the shift and keep him caged inside my own body, but his roar escapes from my throat and the sound is primal, possessive, a warning.

“My mate. Mine.” he growls and snarls inside my skull, pissed that I won’t let him free.

Torrin hurriedly starts explaining why my mate is clinging to him like a limpit, and after the first few words my beast is calmed somewhat. At least he stops clawing at my insides trying to get out. She was concerned, for me. She feels our mate bond more than she