Karen’s POV
After days of refusing their poisoned meals, the fire in my veins finally cooled. My wolf stirred again weak, but alive. For the first time in what felt like forever, I felt her voice brush against mine. And with it came a desperate thought. Zaiden.
I closed my eyes, clutching the empty syringe in the corner of my cell like it was a lifeline, and reached inward. The silence that had haunted me cracked, and I whispered into the bond.
“Zaiden.”
At first, there was nothing. Then warmth familiar, powerful, overwhelming rushed through me.
“My little Luna…” His voice wrapped around me like sunlight breaking through storm clouds. “I haven’t heard your voice in too long. What did they do to you?”
A sob caught in my throat, but I forced the words through the bond. “Wolfsbane. They
