**ADAM’S POV**
The first thing I feel is pressure. Heavy stone pinning my back. Dust choking my throat. Heat licking at my face from the collapsed cavern behind me. For a moment, I am convinced I am dead and this is the weight of it.
Then the memory hits.
Her body torn from my arms. Her scream cut off in an instant. The roots cracking like a thousand bones breaking at once. The ceiling giving way. The world dropping.
The world losing her.
A sound tears out of my chest. I do not recognize it until the echo shakes more dust loose.
My wolf is howling. Not for battle. Not for blood. For her.
I shove upward. Pain bites across my ribs, but I force my body to move. Stone grinds under my palms as I claw my way through the rubble, dragging my body toward a thin sliver of cold light. My lungs
