ELYSIA
The walls had never felt so very suffocating.
Three days since Kael had ordered me confined. Three days since he'd looked at me with those cold eyes.
The guards outside were respectful, but their presence reminded me that I was a prisoner in my own home.
I pressed my hand against the window glass, reaching for the bond. It thrummed faintly between us. I could feel him, his anger, his confusion, the walls he'd erected.
Please, just let me explain.
For a moment, I felt him pause. I pulled back, my hand dropping. My wolf whimpered, restless.
He didn't want to hear it. Maybe he never would.
That night, I sensed him.
The bond flared. Kael was close, running the borders in wolf form, his frustration bleeding through before he could shut it down.
My wolf urged me to shift, to go
