The storm outside cannot compare to the one building inside Kailyn’s chest as she looks at her mate curled up around the dying wolf. The mix of emotions that twist inside her—relief, anger, happiness, jealousy—crash together like thunder and lightning. And she feels the storm about to break out of her body and flood the entire guardhouse with her relief before burning it down with her rage. To let her jealousy rain down on the alpha and the omega—
—until she hears it.
A sound that she’s only heard maybe twice in her entire life.
A whimper.
Damian’s whimper.
It’s so soft that she has to strain her ear, but then there it is again. Louder, more desperate. And instantly, the storm inside her—breaks.
Lyn, love, Damian whimpers again. She’s — I don’t know what to do. She’s —
Dying, Az
