LYRA

The cold terrified me.

Not outside.

Not the night air cutting across the ridge while wolves shouted around us in panic.

The bond.

It had gone cold.

Weak pulses flickered faintly through the connection between Lucian and me now, uneven enough to make my stomach twist violently every time it dimmed.

No.

No no no.

“Move!” I snapped at the crowd gathering near the entrance. “Stop staring and HELP!”

That got them moving.

Fast.

Pack healers rushed forward immediately while Kael helped ...