ACYN
I looked down at my mate in my arms who was still in her wolf form and unconscious on the Polaris we had to bring out to look for her. I wasn’t really sure what I would find because for the entire night I felt nothing of our bond. Nothing. Not a whisper of a thought or feeling, not even a hint as to if she was still on the territory, was alive or hurt, or dead somewhere.
It scared the hell out of me, and I cursed myself for touching the damned body before it was properly examined.
After she left last night and my father rightfully laid into me and almost threw me out of the pack house, I regained control of my mind and body. From the time I had touched that thing until I could no longer connect to her, I had been locked inside myself, taking a backseat and a front row
