Tyler's POV
Brittany's screams cut through me like silver blades, the mating bond forcing me to experience echoes of her agony. I cradle her against my chest while she convulses, her healing power flaring wildly as golden light pours from her skin.
"What's happening to her?" Marcus demands, his beta instincts on high alert.
"She's connected to them," Dr. Rodriguez says, checking her monitoring equipment. "The werewolves being attacked sixty miles away." She's feeling their injuries, their deaths, in real-time.
Elena Blackwood kneels beside us. "That's impossible." Empathic connections don't work across that distance.
"They do when you're mated to an Alpha bloodline," I realize, stroking Brittany's hair as she writhes in pain. My authority extends to multiple pack territories. Her powe
