ZUKO POINT OF VIEW

Kayla’s weight was light in my arms, too light, like the slightest breeze could tear her away again. I knew she hadn’t eaten well. Her head rested against my shoulder, her breathing shallow and uneven. I held her closer, terrified she would slip from my grip if I loosened my hands even a little.

Seeing her again made me feel whole, the urge to protect her suddenly became heavy. But the worst part was that my wolf felt nothing. The connection had been broken, and the pain ...