“Damn it, Selene!” Frustration and fear of war in my chest. “Wake up!”
Her eyes remain glazed, unfocused. Lost.
My mind races through possibilities. Magic? A spell? Some kind of compulsion? How do I break it? How do I reach her?
And then, without thinking, without planning, I cup her face in my hands and put my lips to hers.
The moment our mouths connect, something shifts.
The fated mate bond—which has burned steadily and one-sided in my chest for weeks—suddenly surges. It’s not louder, but different. Like an echo that has been missing suddenly returning, creating harmony where there was only a single note before. The change is so profound it steals the air from my lungs and makes my wolf rumble with recognition and relief.
Something has changed. Something is right in a way it hasn’t
