GIDEON
It hit me like a blade through the bond.
Not pain. No, something worse.
The bond, which had been quietly present all day in the direction of the neutral zone, suddenly spiked cold and wrong. My wolf surged before my brain had finished processing what it was reading.
Fear. Isla’s fear. Flooding through like ice water; immediate, total, and going nowhere.
I was on my feet before I even knew I stood.
The report I had been reading hit the floor. Kael, across from me, was already moving. Twelve years had given him the instinct of a man who knew when to ask questions and when to simply keep up.
“Neutral zone,” I said. My voice came out flat. Everything underneath it was not flat. “Now.”
We were in the car in forty seconds.
Myra picked up on the second ring. “There was an inciden
