Moira's POV

'Emerald.' I reach deep inside my consciousness, digging past the Moonsbane that burns through my veins like molten silver. 'Please, I'm begging you. I need you now.'

The emptiness inside my head stretches on forever. No warm presence. No fierce protectiveness. No familiar spark of my wolf's personality pushing back against mine.

Nothing.

My wrists burn where the silver chains bite into already raw flesh. I test my bonds again, knowing it's useless but ...