Arthur’s POV
Arthur woke with his heart in his throat, not from a dream, but from absence.
The bond was quiet in a way that made his wolf rear up, hackles raised, instincts screaming wrong. It wasn’t pain or fear, or even distance, it was like reaching for a pulse and finding only stillness.
Arthur sat up abruptly, breath sharp, the night air cold against his skin. The camp beyond the borders slept uneasily around him. Wolves curled near dying embers. Guards paced slow, disciplined routes.
Everything looked normal.
His wolf did not agree.
“What is it,” Arthur muttered, pressing a fist to his chest.
Nothing answered.
That was the problem.
Silver’s presence had always been there, even when strained, or when wounded. A pull, a pressure, just a reminder that she existed, that she endu
