Talis’s POV
The farmhouse kitchen smells of antiseptic and blood, my wounds burning under Dayne’s careful bandages, but his touch steady, warm grounds me through the mate bond. The red-eyed wolf’s howl still echoes in my mind, a chilling promise of more danger, and Glynn’s escape twists my gut with dread. My wolf paces, silver-blue eyes flashing, urging me to fight, to claim my place, but the weight of Savannah’s betrayal and the boy’s tear-streaked face keeps me tethered to this moment.
Dayne’s ice-blue eyes meet mine, his jaw tight, the bond humming with his unspoken fear for me. “You need rest,” he says, his voice low, rough with worry. “You’re pushing too hard.”
I shake my head, wincing as pain shoots through my side. “We don’t have time for rest. Glynn’s out there, and that rogu
