HUNTER'S POV
The bond had always been a constant; a thread that connected me to Wren, grounding me in a way nothing else could. But now, it felt frayed, obviously, it had to be a product of Gertrude’s spell. The silence where our connection should have been was deafening, we noticed it from the moment Wren had her attack back at the sanctuary. The absence gnawed at me like a wound that refused to heal.
Fenris stirred within me, his presence restless. “You’re letting this weaken you,” he growled, his voice sharp.
“I’m not,” I replied aloud, my frustration bleeding into my tone. “But something’s wrong. I can’t feel her the way I should.”
Fenris’s growl deepened. “Then focus on what you can control. Strength. Power. Protect her.”
I clenched my fists, his words resonating even as the doub
