POV: Rowan
Rowan did not remember shifting.
One moment he had been standing at the edge of the border—listening to a warrior stammer through a report that already made no sense—and the next the world had fractured into heat, bone, and fury.
Asher tore free with a roar that split the snow-drowned forest wide open.
Trees blurred past in streaks of black and white as he ran, claws carving trenches into frozen earth, breath ripping from his chest in ragged bursts. Every instinct screamed the same truth he had already accepted in human form.
She is gone.
Not lost.
Not misplaced.
Taken.
The mindlink howled with chaos—warriors shouting, Dustin’s voice sharp and cutting through the panic, Serena’s steady presence anchoring the pack—but Rowan shoved it all aside. If he let himself feel the
