TORHANA.
I couldn’t sleep.
Again.
For the third night in a row, I paced my room like a caged animal, my wolf pushing at my skin, demanding I go to her. Check on her. Make sure she was safe.
But she’d needed space.
So I stayed in my room and paced and tried not to think about all the ways this could go wrong.
2 AM and I was still awake, still restless, still—
The bond exploded.
White-hot agony ripped through my skull like someone had driven a spike through my brain. I tasted blood—her blood—coppery and wrong on my tongue even though my mouth was empty.
Then terror. Pure, primal terror flooding through the connection so strong it drove me to my knees.
“TENNA!”
The scream tore from my throat as I felt her pain spike higher, felt something crack—her head hitting stone—felt the fear
