ZAIDE’S POV:
The world around me dissolves into a blur as my gaze locks onto Colt holding Stacey’s hand. Rage, raw and unbridled, surges through me, propelling me forward before I have time to think. My fists collide with Colt’s face, sending us both tumbling to the ground in a flurry of snarls and flashing teeth.
How dare he touch her?! How dare she allow herself to be touched by him?!
Within moments, our human facades drop, replaced by the primal forms of wolves. My bare canines aim for Colt’s throat. But before I can connect, Stacey’s bodyguards—hulking wolves with iron wills—intervene. They clamp their jaws around me and Colt, dragging us apart.
My growl turns into a roar of frustration, my limbs straining against the powerful grip holding me back. “Stay away from Stacey!”
Colt’s
