KYLE POV
“Kyle!”
My mate’s voice. Kat’s voice.
It resonated through me—not just in my mind, but in my soul, like a bell struck deep inside my chest.
“Reach for Hator. Reach for her fire.”
She was calm. Steady. A quiet strength threading through my chaos. Her voice was a whisper against the storm, and for a moment, I forgot about the roots coiling around my limbs, the burn in my lungs, the dark crushing the edges of my vision.
I clung to her voice like a lifeline.
But the lack of oxygen was catching up fast. My legs were shaking, my head was spinning. My thoughts tangled like the vines choking me. I tried to speak—tried to reach out mentally—but everything blurred into static.
Even Echo—my wolf, my other half—was speechless. No words, no snarls, just raw panic. He clawed at the insi
