Penelope realized the male who had been headed their way was now on top of her mate, restraining him from behind. Zagan's head was pulled back so that his black eyes were on her—eyes that had previously been so dull and lifeless but were now swimming with every possible emotion.
Shock, rage, fear, guilt—she saw glimmers of them all passing behind his black irises like his soul was being lit within. But the most powerful emotion displayed there, the one that struck her to her core, was the depth of care that seemed to overwhelm all the others once she met his gaze.
"I have to help him," Penelope swallowed, alerting August to the predicament Zagan seemed to be in.
"We are nearly done," August replied hurriedly when she felt Penelope start to break away. "Stay with me. We will help him when we have this structure completed."
Zagan roared with the increased pressure on his arms and neck and the male who was sliding against him, torturing him in this unexpected way.
