(Angel’s POV)
I arrived in Shadowlands feeling numb, empty where hope should be. I should have felt happy to be going to my mate, but even that thought barely touched me. When did longing become dread?
The air carried a faint, whispering hum.
I shifted and ran to the town of Four Corners, desperate to reclaim any piece of myself. Letting my wolf take over, I hoped maybe she still wanted this, maybe she would feel the bond.
When I reached Four Corners, it was business as usual; it wasn't until I arrived at the Golden Keep that I realized there had been a murder.
The smell of age and time hung thick. Instinct leading me. I crouched, staring at the dried patch of blood. It hadn’t been long. A vision came to me of what had happened. A vampire, already gone to dust.
“Lucian…” I whispered
