“How does someone use a mind link from far away?” Fiore asked, her curiosity taking over as she sat cross-legged, watching Lance secure their supplies. He had insisted that she rest while he handled the prep, his movements swift and precise as he tied their sleeping bags to the horses.
Lance shot her a brief glance, his hands still busy. “Our wolves have to form a bond first,” he explained. “They connect on an instinctual level—like a bridge between them that lets us communicate, no matter the distance.”
Fiore’s brow furrowed. The concept felt abstract. “So, what you’re saying is… Tifa, my wolf, has to take over my body and bond with your wolf?”
Lance nodded, his expression serious, though there was a hint of softness in his eyes. “Exactly. Like when Dominic and the other members pledge
