TREVOR’S POV
I didn’t wait.
The second Anthony’s voice hit my mind—“We’ve got Lola. She’s safe. Just go. Find her.”—I didn’t even respond. I just ran.
The shift came in a blink. My bones snapped. My limbs stretched and my paws slammed against the dirt. I didn’t care. The pain meant nothing. My only focus was her. Brianna. I felt her panic, her grief, her rage—it tore through me through the mate bond.
I ran as fast as I could under the moonlight. My chest burned from the speed, but I kept pushing. I didn’t stop. I wouldn’t stop. My wolf was just as restless as I was, clawing beneath my skin, desperate to reach her.
“Please,” I whispered through the bond. “Just hold on. I’m coming, Bri.”
I followed her scent till I got to her house miles away.
I reached the ridge where the farmhouse
