Rage pulsed through me, and it was all I could do not to let it spill over into the bond. I wasn’t angry with Celeste, and the last thing I wanted to do was frighten her more when she was clearly so off-kilter already.
I growled and retreated, not letting go, yet no longer pressing on her. I didn’t want her to run, not from me, but I was also starting to run out of options.
I could smell at least one other shifter in the area, and that probably wasn’t the only paranormal creature living out here. Here, where there were fewer mortals, there was more room for a supernatural being to live their life without constant worry. I bared my teeth in frustration, knowing that calling out to them would certainly expedite things—it might even call Celeste to me, if she could still tap into her magic—
