Kaden felt it before he saw anything.
The pull came suddenly—sharp and breath-stealing—like a hand closing around his chest and twisting hard enough to make his wolf rear inside him. He staggered to a halt at the edge of the ravine, boots skidding against loose gravel, heart hammering as though it had recognized something his mind was still trying to deny.
“She was here,” he said hoarsely.
Rowan, trailing a few steps behind with his usual air of mild irritation, raised an eyebrow. “You say that about every abandoned ruin we pass.”
“This is different.” Kaden pressed a fist to his sternum. The ache there was deep, old, and painfully familiar. “This hurts.”
Rowan grimaced. “Well, I’d suggest not following mysterious pain into cursed territory, but I know you won’t listen.”
Kaden didn’t.
