“NO!” I sat up on my bed, the scream tearing out of my throat. On the other side of our bond, Ink was going wild, his wolf giving in to bloodlust, hunting. Rabbits. Deer.
Ink needed to kill something.
I could relate. My own fingernails dug into my pillow, and I came dangerously close to tearing it apart. As I extracted myself from Ink’s mind, I was hit with two pangs of withdrawal. One was his. The other was mine, and they mirrored each other so perfectly that at any other time, I would have turned the feelings over and over in my head, remembering the feeling of his skin and being inside it and hurting in sync with his loss.
With the way that we’d both just been betrayed. Again.
Callum could have fought the other alphas. He could have fought them, and he could have won, but we just we
