"I'll go," Zion said, stepping forward without hesitation before beginning his climb up the cliff.
He needed to move, needed something to occupy his mind. The longer they stayed inside this forest, the more he felt his negative emotions intensifying.
Irritation simmered beneath his skin, and his wolf was becoming increasingly agitated. His possessiveness and jealousy were flaring dangerously, to the point where just seeing Maxwell or Levi touch even a strand of Addison's hair might push him over the edge.
Among them, he knew, both he and his wolf were the most susceptible to the forest's influence. And if he didn't do something to ground himself, he might lose control.
Levi and Maxwell had noticed it too. From the moment they stepped into the forest, a strange agitation had settled over them, an inexplicable irritation that kept simmering beneath the surface. It was as if something unseen was whispering dark thoughts into their minds, urging them toward negativity.
