The suppressant burns through my veins like boiling battery acid, dragging me under with every breath I choke out.
Owen.
My wolf is feral, slamming his weight against the inside of my skull, teeth bared, shredding the last of my sanity to pieces. Heavy silver cuffs tear into my wrists and collarbone, every agonizing pulse of heat feeding the chemical fog drowning my brain. I’m pinned to the floor of a moving meat locker, arms locked behind me, my muscles twitching from the venom.
Sienna.
Her name hits me like a bucket of ice water. Not just a thought. A physical lifeline.
A jagged spike of her terror slices straight through the mate bond—fractured, bleeding. And right underneath it, something smaller. Softer. Callum. Still breathing. Still kicking.
That little heartbeat is the only t
