POV Caleb
I felt it.
A strong compulsion dragged my wolf senses; it hit me like a shockwave, sharp and undeniable, pulling straight through my chest before I understood what was happening or thought of my own reaction.
I was halfway through removing my jacket to rest for the night when Trey surged forward violently.
Her.
The word wasn’t spoken. It was felt to my marrow, urgent and insistent. Something’s wrong. My body moved before my mind caught up, so I didn’t question it.
One moment, I was in my chambers, and the next, I was already moving through the palace corridors, fast.
The guards stepped aside instinctively; they didn’t dare ask because something in my expression must have told them—This was not the time.
The pull grew stronger the closer I got. It was not just instinct or
