KATHERINE POV
Being away from my mates for the whole day—and night—had been hell.
Not the slow, aching kind of hell, either. No. This was the kind that gnawed at your soul hour after hour, until your skin felt too tight and your thoughts blurred into a single, dangerous obsession. My body wasn’t just restless — it ached, humming like a live wire, every heartbeat thudding with the same silent word: them.
Both Hator and Sekhmet paced restlessly beneath my skin, claws dragging over my nerves, whining every time I inhaled and didn’t catch their scent. Shocking, I know — Sekhmet, my savage, snarling Goddess of venegance, turned out to be a complete softie when it came to them.
Kendrick’s grounding presence.
Kingsley’s teasing growl.
Keegan’s quiet warmth.
Kyle’s possessive touch.
Gone.
