Remo’s POV
It hit me like a blade forged in hellfire.
One second, the night was still — heavy with the scent of rain and moss — and the next, I was on my knees, every nerve in my body screaming with agony that wasn’t mine.
“Ella.”
Her name tore from my throat, half a snarl, half a plea. The bond pulsed through my veins like molten metal, burning me alive. My claws dug into the ground, tearing the earth as her pain slammed into me again — sharper, deeper. It wasn’t physical. It was soul-deep.
The pack house shook. Wolves around me froze mid-step, eyes flashing gold, sensing the shift in their Alpha’s energy.
Christian’s voice cut through the haze, rough and urgent. “Remo—”
“She’s hurt.” My voice wasn’t human. It was the voice of something ancient. Something that didn’t ask — it destr
