“We have to bring her back,” Kael said, his voice tight with urgency. He stood beside me, his usually composed demeanor fractured by worry. “If you wait any longer, she might not survive.”
Survive. The word tasted bitter on my tongue.
My hands clenched into fists as I paced the grand hall of the Bloodmoon fortress. The walls felt like they were closing in on me, suffocating me with their cold indifference. Liana was gone, dragged into a realm I did not know of. And it was my fault.
“I’ll tear through every dimension if I have to,” I growled, my voice raw with desperation. “She’s coming back, or I’ll burn this world down trying.”
Kael’s hand gripped my arm. “Draven, you can’t think like that—”
I shoved him off. “Don’t tell me how to think! She’s my mate!” The words echoed in
