Korrak’s hands clenched into fists, his control hanging by threads. “How long ago?”
“Five minutes, maybe less.”
Five minutes. In the Arctic, five minutes could mean stretches of distance where tracks easily disappeared in shifting snow. But it also meant the bastard couldn’t have gone far—not with an unconscious woman.
“Which direction?” Korrak’s voice came out rough, the polar bear’s growl bleeding through.
Ellie pointed toward the eastern ridge. “That way. Toward the old mining road.”
Korrak was already moving, his mind calculating routes and possibilities. The mining road connected to the main highway—if Viktor reached it, he could disappear with Winslet into the vastness beyond Korrak’s territory.
That couldn’t happen.
“Contact Kol,” Korrak called over his shoulder as he reached the doorway. “Tell him to mobilize the clan and head this way now. Full territorial lockdown protocol.”
He didn’t wait for Ellie’s response. The hunt had begun, and his polar bear was done with restraint.
The jasmine scent of Winslet’s skin cut through the Arctic air like a blade through ice—distinct, precious, and growing fainter with each second that passed. Korrak’s nostrils flared as he tracked the invisible trail eastward, his human form already straining against the need for speed and power that only his polar bear could provide.
She’s alive. Conscious or not, she’s alive.
The knowledge crystallized into lethal focus, burning away every hesitation he’d carried about restraint and boundaries. His mate had been taken from his territory by force. Everything else—politics, clan concerns, even Winslet’s own fears about the bond—became irrelevant noise.
Korrak stripped out of his clothes with efficient brutality, the frigid air biting against his skin as he called the shift. Bones lengthened and thickened, muscle mass doubling as his humanform dissolved into something far more dangerous. White fur with golden undertones rippled across his expanding frame, and his ice-blue eyes sharpened into predatory focus.
The transformation completed in seconds, leaving a twelve-foot apex predator where a man had stood moments before. His polar bear form was built for exactly this—tracking, hunting, and eliminating threats to what belonged to him.
The scent trail blazed clearer now, his polar bear’s enhanced senses picking up not just Winslet’s jasmine but the acrid stench of fear-sweat, chemical sedative, and something else that made his lips curl back from ivory fangs.
Grizzly.
Viktor’s scent carried the territorial aggression of another alpha, but it was tainted with something artificial—desperation, perhaps, or the bitter edge of a man following orders rather than instinct. That made him dangerous in a different way. Cornered animals fought hardest.
Korrak’s massive paws ate the distance with silent efficiency, each stride covering ground that would have taken his human form three steps to cross. The Arctic landscape blurred—white snow, dark rock, the skeletal remains of mining equipment from decades past. His world narrowed to the scent trail and the driving need to reclaim what had been stolen.
Less than a mile from the outpost, the trail ended at a cluster of abandoned mining structures. Korrak’s polar bear form went perfectly still, every sense focused on the scene ahead.
Viktor—tall, lean, with the cold gray eyes Korrak remembered from their brief encounter—was attempting to maneuver Winslet’s limp form into the back of a military-grade SUV. Her dark hair spilled over his arms, her face pale and slack from whatever he’d injected her with.
The sight detonated something primal and unstoppable in Korrak’s chest.
His roar shattered the Arctic silence, a sound that carried territorial dominance and lethal intent across the frozen wasteland. Viktor’s head snapped up, his expression shifting from focused efficiency to raw alarm as he registered the massive polar bear charging toward him.
“Shit,” Viktor snarled, dropping Winslet onto the vehicle’s tailgate as his own shift began. “Should’ve known the Alpha would track faster than anticipated.”
Korrak didn’t slow. Viktor’s grizzly form was impressive—dense dark fur, brutal claws, the heavy build of a bear bred for destructive power. But grizzlies fought like battering rams, all force and fury. Polar bears were precision predators.
The collision sent both bears rolling across the snow-packed ground, Viktor’s claws raking across Korrak’s shoulder as they grappled for dominance. The grizzly was strong, experienced, and desperate enough to fight dirty. But he was also on Korrak’s land, threatening Korrak’s mate, and that made the outcome inevitable.
Korrak’s jaws clamped around Viktor’s throat with crushing force, his ice-blue eyes boring into the grizzly’s brown ones with absolute certainty. One more pound of pressure and Viktor’s windpipe would collapse. The choice was simple—surrender or die.
Viktor went limp, his bear form acknowledging defeat even as his eyes burned with frustrated rage.
Good. The bear understands hierarchy.
Korrak held the position for another heartbeat, making sure the lesson was absorbed, then released his grip. Viktor collapsed onto the bloodstained snow, his shift dissolving him back into human form as consciousness fled.
Korrak’s own transformation followed, leaving him naked and steaming in the frigid air as Kol’s approaching footstepscrunched across the ice. His Beta carried a heavy parka, which he tossed to Korrak without comment.
