CONNOR POV
It took hours of running.
Hours of crushing through knee-deep snow, slicing through mist so thick it clung to my fur like cobwebs, hours of icy wind clawing at my sides.
But I didn’t feel any of it.
Cain didn’t let me.
He had sunk his claws into the forefront of my mind from the moment we left Timothy’s cursed cottage, and every step forward felt like a punishment for not catching Grace sooner.
Her scent flickered in and out of the air like a dying flame.
Too faint.
Too far.
Too f*****g wrong.
I pushed harder, lungs burning, paws bleeding, vision streaked red from the cold, the fear, and the rage boiling under my ribs.
‘Mate. Find her. Now. NOW’.
Cain repeated it like a mantra, like a command from the marrow of my bones, and I obeyed because there was no universe w
