Enzo’s POVThe blood drained from my face. My heart pounded so loud and so hard that all I could hear was its rapid beats. I should never have stayed. Eavesdropping never brought good news, did it? I’d been a fool.And yet I couldn’t bring myself to regret listening in on Scarlett’s conversation with Bennett. I should’ve trusted her to tell me, should’ve trusted him to make me aware of anything I really needed to know, but… I didn’t.I’d thought we were fixing things between us, but I knew now that there was something seriously broken in our bond. I mean, she still hadn’t said she loved me back - that had to mean something, didn’t it? I screwed my face up, pressing my clenched fists against my cheeks. All of me hurt. I was breaking her trust now, just as she’d broken mine. Fuck. All of this was just… well, that. It was all fucked. And now she was going to have to sacrifice herself to stop Alpha Ryker. Just when we’d had a taste of what our life together might look like, with her taki

Enzo’s POVMy paws slapped hard against the damp earth as I rounded the final corner. My claws dug in, stopping me from slipping as I skidded too fast towards the pack house. I could see Marla waving frantically at me, Davin standing still and stoic with a furrowed brow beside her. This couldn’t be good.Panic gnawed at every part of me. Why did it always have to be my Scarlett? Why did it always have to happen to us? At least, for now, I was moving. It had always been easier for me to channel my feelings into movement, and the run from the woods to here hadn’t calmed me, but they had kept me sane. I could do this. Then I saw her, and I knew that I couldn’t.I shoved my paws forward and slammed to a halt.Scarlett lay on the ground at a strange angle, her limbs bent the wrong ways, her head canted back. Her face was pale, bloodless, with sharp hollows under her closed eyes. Her lips were parted and tinged blue at their centre. Smashed glass surrounded her, some sticking out of her a

Enzo’s POVA month. I’d waited a month to speak to my mate again, to see her beautiful, sea-green eyes looking back at me. I’d waited a month to hold her, to tell her how much I loved her, to tell her that she was beautiful, and perfect, and that I’d support her in everything she ever did. I ached to touch her, to hold her, and at last I could.It had been a month of Hell. Of agonising over everything I’d said and done before she’d been hurt. Of going every every choice I’d made, every action, until I didn’t know up from down or right from wrong. I was just sure that I’d fucked up somewhere along the way.Bennett had kept me updated on Alpha Ryker’s movements but had otherwise, and very wisely, stayed away from me. I didn’t know if I blamed him still, but seeing his face almost always made me furious. He’d been the last person with Scar, and he hadn’t even tried to stop this from happening. Now, despite his powers, he was as good as useless with letting me know when she’d wake up. Or

Enzo’s POVI stayed out all night with Marla and Davin, caught between human and wolf forms, drinking until the world started to spin inside my head. Emila kept calling for me, begging through a mindlink for me to come and talk to her, to come and be with Scarlett and answer the questions she couldn’t – didn’t want to, more like, I thought. When she came out to find me, though, as we were heading back to the pack house, I lost my temper. I felt like I was dangling from a cliff’s edge by a thin thread, and knowing she’d left Scarlett alone, to fend for herself, snapped the thread in two. It was guilt, more than anything else, but I needed an outlet, and Emila had just provided the perfect one.“You left her!” I roared, curling my hand into a fist. “Why have you come to find me when you should be caring for her?”“I am a medical professional, Alpha; you are her mate. I have done my due diligence. Isaak is with her, sending me constant updates. Perhaps I did leave a little quickly – lik

Enzo’s POVI lay awake in the darkness, my head pounding, my heart throbbing. Memories of our time together flashed spitefully through my mind’s eye: seeing her for the first time at the Mating Ball, making love to her on the cliff’s edge, tracing her scars with my fingers and learning each broken, perfect piece of her. Seeing her again in the library after months apart. Yelling at her; being yelled at by her. It was messy and imperfect, but that made it all the more so.I loved her painfully. I hated that I’d let my temper get the better of me. Marla and Emila were both right – I was being selfish. That thought did the rounds every few minutes. Groaning, I rolled out of bed, chugged a stale glass of water that had been on the nightstand for at least a week, and then slowly moved over to the window. I pressed my clammy forehead to the cool glass, the condensation blurring with my sweat.“Fuck,” I muttered, banging my head gently against the pane. That brought back images of shattered