The Fire Before the Storm

Zane~

The mind link with Fox had barely snapped when a surge of panic and white-hot fury slammed into my chest like a tidal wave. The clock on the wall blinked 4:45 AM in dull red digits—but time didn't matter anymore. Not when Natalie was coming.

And the palace? It had no clue the storm that was about to hit.

I tore through the hallways like a wildfire, boots pounding against the marble floor, every step sharp and urgent—like the crack of thunder. The guards at my father's chamber stiffened as I approached. One glance at my face—jaw clenched, eyes ablaze—and they stepped aside without a word. They knew better.

I didn't bother knocking. The doors slammed open beneath my fists, crashing against the walls with a deafening thud.

"Dad!" I barked, marching across the grand chamber like a man possessed.