It engulfs me like a tidal wave. Seth’s presence floods our connection—his fear, his fury, his desperate, frantic determination. He’s moving. Running. Coming for me.
And he’s close.
The realization jolts through me with another surge of adrenaline. The fog recedes further. I can feel my toes now. My legs. The rapid hammering of my own heart.
Keep fighting, my wolf urges. We’re almost there!
“You’re going to help us now,” Zane says, moving toward Elara’s prone form. She’s still on the ground, still motionless. Still unconscious. “You’re going to be our weapon. Our perfect tool. And when the time comes—”
I move. It’s my decision this time. Mine. Not whatever force was controlling me.
My hand shoots out, grabbing Zane’s wrist before he can reach Elara.
My fingers dig into his skin hard
