“What’s happening to me…?”
Zion whispered hoarsely to himself. His breathing came unevenly—not because of the wounds on his body, but because of the sudden discomfort stabbing his heart—sharp, hot, and unnatural.
He gripped the blanket with trembling hands. The sensation came again.
As if someone were calling his name from far away.
Arwen.
Zion pushed himself up slightly, wincing as pain shot through his ribs, but the sudden anxiety gripping him hurt far more than any wound.
“Arwen…” he breathed, voice nearly breaking. “What’s happening to you?”
He tried to focus on their bond—the invisible thread that always connected Alpha and Luna.
Usually, Zion could feel Arwen’s presence like a warm aura resting beneath his skin.
But now…
Empty. Only a faint tremor, like a candle struggling
