~Zarek's POV~
"She left."
I still do not understand what those words meant but I found myself pushing through the halls of the house. Running through the pack like there was death on my tail, and with my heart pounding as I went to the only place where my wolf urged me to. Where my body pushed me to.
To Dahlia.
To the pack's hospital.
My breath came in shallow pants as I ran through the streets, ignoring the way my people stopped to glance at me in surprise, some bowing, some muttering greetings, and others beaming confused smiles at me.
But right now, I didn't care about them.
I didn't even care about the blondie that was struggling to catch up with me. But she couldn't. Not when I was running like a maniac in rut. Not when it wasn't my legs moving anymore, but Moartea's.
And not when he was urging me to move even faster, as if I wasn't already too fast as it was.