The night wind was cold, biting into Ember’s skin as she rode in the back of the carriage with Kaya, Luna Zyrah, and Raphael, while Caden sat at the front. They had taken blankets along, draping them over the sleeping women to protect them from the harsh cold.
Ember was silent, trying her best to ignore the ache of the mate bond. It took every bit of her self-control not to shift into her wolf form and run back into Thorne’s arms. She had thought she was ready to leave him, but her wolf wanted otherwise. She whined and pawed at the edges of Ember’s mind, resurfacing every time Ember pushed her back into her subconscious.
Raphael noticed. He contemplated asking her about it but wasn’t sure she would want to talk, especially with her brother at the front, who was obviously annoyed with the
