“He took her.”
Talon’s voice was low.
Too controlled.
Too quiet.
The kind of quiet that came right before something broke.
Across from him, Diana didn’t move immediately.
She watched him.
Studied him.
“Talon—”
“No.”
He cut her off sharply.
His eyes flashed.
Gold bleeding into them.
Fenrir stirring beneath the surface.
“No, my mate.”
“He took her.”
Each word landed harder than the last.
“Damon took her against her will.”
The name tasted like poison.
“That mind link—”
He let out a harsh breath.
“That was him.”
Talon began pacing now, restless energy rolling off him in waves.
The air itself felt heavier.
“I have to go after them.”
His voice dropped.
“I have to bring her back.”
“Talon.”
This time Diana didn’t raise her voice.
But something in it—
Made him pause.
