Alora’s POV

My whole body was locked on one thing, one truth that beat against my ribs like a trapped bird: Morgan was dying.

Every time I closed my eyes, I felt his pain threading through the mate bond like barbed wire. Wherever he was, he was fighting really hard to stay alive, to stay sane. My heart bled so much for him that I couldn't stop the tears as they flowed freely without restraints.

Harry and Jones had returned earlier with the captives, all of them intact except for the fallen ...