HAYES
The cold air hit my face as I cleared the second-story window frame, my body shifting before I even hit the dirt courtyard below.
Bones snapped, muscles expanded, and Kyle took over the physical reins, his midnight-black paws digging deep into the mud as we landed. There was no hesitation. The bond in my chest wasn't just pulling; it was clawing at my lungs, a violent, agonizing wire dragging me straight into the dark treeline after her.
“They have their hands on her, Hayes,” Kyle snarled in my head, his voice a raw, echoing pressure against my skull. “They are dragging our female through the cold. Move faster. If they break her, I will tear our own skin off.”
I see them, I snapped back mentally, pushing our body into a full, brutal sprint. Branches whipped against my face, slici
