Kate's POV
Neon from the storefronts bled through the car windows in streaks of pink and gold, painting my skin in colors that didn't belong to me.
I couldn't feel any of it.
Catherine's voice was still lodged in my skull like a splinter. She can't even feel her own wolf anymore. The words played on a loop, each repetition stripping away another layer of the composure I was barely holding together.
My hands wouldn't stop shaking.
I'd called for my wolf dozens of times since we left the restaurant. Silently. Desperately. Screaming inside my own head until the silence screamed back.
Nothing.
And for the first time, the absence didn't just feel like silence. It felt like something had been taken. I realized, with a sick lurch in my stomach, that my wolf hadn't truly responded to my cal
