Tristan felt it like a blade slicing through his own flesh.
The sharp, searing pain burned across his back—violent, unbearable. It wasn’t his.
It was hers.
His entire body went rigid, his breath catching in his throat. Then, the next wave hit. A fiery lash of agony, followed by another, and another. His vision blurred at the edges, his muscles locking as if his body was physically responding to the torture happening elsewhere.
To Jessica.
A snarl tore from his lips, raw and feral, rattling the walls of his chambers.
He was already moving before the thought fully formed, storming out of his study, his steps rapid, frantic, his wolf clawing at the surface.
Something was wrong.
By the time he reached their bedroom, his chest was heaving. He slammed the door open, his heart lurching at
