Ethan's POV
The word comes at midday. Rogues hit the field medical team past the second ridge. Some taken. Names unknown.
I don't hear the rest.
The bond snaps taut before my brain catches up. Before anyone says a name. Before the runner even finishes the sentence.
It points east. And it pulls. Hard. Harder than it's pulled since the day I woke on her surgical table.
And I know.
I don't reason it out. I don't weigh it. I just know, the way you know your own hand is on fire.
Her. They took her.
I'm moving before I decide to move. Out of the tent, through the camp, toward the line.
Somebody calls my name. I don't turn.
My Beta shouts something about a briefing. About protocol. About the Queen Mother's standing order.
I hear all of it and none of it matters. The only thing in the w
