The lock glowed with Jack’s blood, a smear of red turning blue silver in the cold light. The sight made my stomach drop so fast I forgot how to breathe.
I pressed my fingers to it.
The moment my skin touched the glowing stain, a shock ripped through my body. Not electrical. Not psychic. Jack. His pain poured down my spine like boiling water. My knees buckled and the world tilted sideways.
Beau grabbed my arm before I hit the floor. “Lainey. Stop.”
I tried to respond, but my jaw locked tight. The pain kept climbing until it reached the back of my skull. My vision flashed white and spots danced across the corridor.
“I can feel him,” I managed, voice cracking. “He is hurting. He is hurting so much.”
Beau’s grip tightened. His wolf eyes glowed fiercely. “Pull back.”
“I cannot pull back.
