Ashran’s POV
The sadness hit me like a blow.
I was mid-conversation with a very prominent figure in our park, a very boring conversation, when it crashed through the mate bond…pure, devastating grief that made my chest tighten and my wolf howl.
Selina.
Something was wrong.
I excused myself immediately, following the pull of the bond through the crowded ballroom. My eyes scanned the room, searching for her emerald dress, her blonde hair, any sign of…
There. Near the terrace doors. She was stumbling outside, her shoulders shaking, one hand pressed to her mouth like she was holding back sobs.
I started toward her, but a hand caught my arm.
“Ashran! There you are.” Isabella appeared at my side, her smile bright and practiced. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you. We need to discuss th
