Silver did not feel the journey end.
Her consciousness slammed back into place like something dropped from a height too great to measure. Sensation flooded her all at once. Cold air scraped her lungs. Her knees buckled under unfamiliar ground. Her fingers curled into damp soil before she even realized she had fallen.
Breath tore through her chest in sharp, uneven pulls.
She did not remember walking here.
Did not remember leaving Arthur’s warmth. Did not remember the corridors, the night air, the forest, the boundary of the pack, or crossing whatever invisible line separated safety from this place.
But she knew immediately where she was.
The knowing lived in her bones before her eyes adjusted to the dimness.
Drogo.
Her body reacted before her mind could form the word. Every nerve sh
