LYRA VALORIC

The bond screamed.

It was not pain at first. Not fear. It was wrongness. A violent tearing sensation deep in my chest, like something vital had been ripped loose and left flapping in the dark. I woke with a gasp, my heart hammering so hard I thought it might shatter my ribs.

Lucian.

I swung my legs off the bed before the thought fully formed. The room was still dark, the pack house unnaturally quiet, but my skin buzzed with urgency. My hands shook as I pressed my palm against my ...