ORION
"You're a coward." Rhys's voice was a faint whisper in my mind, distant and fading. I squeezed my eyes shut, desperate to feel him, to connect with my wolf like I used to. But there was only emptiness where Rhys should have been.
"I'm here," I pleaded. "Stay with me."
"I'm trying," he murmured, "but I'm slowly slipping away."
My chest ached. It had been weeks since I'd shifted, weeks since I'd felt Rhys at full strength. The curse was consuming him, consuming us both. Every day I stayed away from Lyra, every day our mating remained unfinished, he grew weaker.
"We have to go back to her and Zeviar," I stated.
"Then what are we waiting for?" Rhys's voice was a challenge.
"I need to break things off with Karleen first."
I'd been at Nightshade for three days, finding every excuse
