Lycan’s POV
Distance should have fixed it. That was logical and simple.
I had used it before, on enemies, on instincts, on anything that threatened control.
You step back.
You cut the connection.
You regain authority.
That was how it worked.
Except..
it didn’t.
Not this time.
I stood at the edge of the ridge overlooking Ironfang territory, arms crossed, gaze fixed somewhere far beyond the trees.
Far from her.
That was the point.
Space.
Separation.
Control.
My wolf was restless.
Not aggressive.
Not pushing but watching again.
That same quiet awareness that had been growing since the bond started reacting.
I ignored it. Focused on the distance. In the silence. On anything that wasn’t her. But it didn’t matter. Because she was still there. Not physically. But present. Und
