Thoren
The forest burned.
Not with fire—with her.
That was the only way I could describe it. The closer Kael and I ran toward the stretch of road the couple had described, the more the world itself seemed to pulse. Every breath scraped against my lungs like they were full of electricity instead of air.
My Lycan felt her before my mind did.
She was there. Not far. Alive. And in pain.
I surged forward, claws tearing into earth, muscles screaming as I pushed past what should have been my limit. Kael struggled to keep pace beside me, but he didn’t slow me—he knew better than to try.
Then it hit me.
A spike.
Not a sound. Not a smell.
A rupture in the bond.
My chest tightened like something had just been torn open.
And then—
A scream.
Nevara’s.
Not just fear. Not just pain. Violat
