Zavian’s POV

I carried Velvet in my arms as we left the chaos behind. The flight back to RavenHills Pack was quiet, both of us lost in our own thoughts. My anger was still burning from the attack. Wylder, Selina, and their accomplice had crossed a line I would never forgive.

Velvet rested her head against my shoulder, trembling slightly. I could feel her heartbeat, fast and uneven, and I held her tighter. I wanted her to know she was safe with me. Nothing would ever hurt her again if I could help it.

When we reached the pack, I quickly called for a private meeting with my council. The...