The darkness was pulling at her, but it was pulling at him too.
A cold, sharp hook had snagged Caden's heart, dragging it down into the same black water where Rhea was drowning. It was the Death Mate bond. It didn't care that he hated her father, it didn't care that he was a powerful Lycan. It only knew that if her pulse stopped, his would follow.
Caden’s hand went instantly to the dagger at his waist. He decided in that moment that he would give her his blood again. He would burn the poison out of her just like he did when the silver arrow had pierced her shoulder.
But as he pulled the blade to slice his palm, he stopped.
The arrow had been a wound—an open door. He had poured his blood directly into the hole in her flesh to heal the damage. But this? This was a venom traveling in her
