It was him that felt her before he heard her.
A faint brush of her essence, like a whisper carried by wind, tugged at the bond between them. His wolf snapped awake inside his chest, ears perked, tail stiffened, a low growl reverberating through his ribcage.
‘She’s calling for us.’
The voice was barely there, hoarse, trembling, slipping in and out of consciousness.
“Help… someone… please…”
Raphael froze in the middle of the forest road.
She was out there.
Somewhere dark. Somewhere dangerous.
Somewhere too quiet.
Carlita stood beside him holding a small bowl that glowed an eerie blue. “The potion is reacting. She’s definitely in this area.”
“Riana,” he breathed, throat tightening with dread. He ran once he sensed her ignoring Carlita’s voice behind him. Then,
