The battlefield was eerily silent after the chaos. Bodies of fallen warriors and twisted rogue corpses littered the blood-soaked ground. Smoke curled into the dusk sky, and the metallic tang of blood hung thick in the air.
But the worst sound was the silence from the bond. Celeste was gone.
Hunter stood frozen in the heart of the battlefield, unmoving as if carved from stone. His chest heaved with shallow, ragged breaths. Rogue paced and snarled inside him, thrashing violently, a beast unmoored.
"She’s gone. She’s gone. She’s gone." The phrase repeated like a curse through his mind, his soul, his blood. Rogue wasn’t just grieving, he was losing his mind.
Hunter’s knees buckled, but he didn’t fall. Not yet. He stared at the spot where she had vanished, where Kellan had disappeared with
