Alexander POV
The bond snapped.
What was she doing again?
Not literally—not the way bonds sometimes broke with betrayal or death—but something inside me cracked, raw and instinctive, the moment I felt her pain pulse through me like lightning through my bones.
A moment before I had been in the war chamber, going over a map with Astrid. And the second time I was running along the halls of the East Wing, past bewildered guards, frightened maids, the world melting around me.
I severely whispered under my breath, “Eliana.” My wolf was snarling under my skin, and was making me go faster, so that I could rip through every wall and every barrier, to get her.
The temple throbbed like a firebrand at the horizon and the nearer I came to it the more disorder I could sense piercing through it. Un
