Kinsley’s POV

I collapse just off the river’s edge, following it all the way to the end of the pack boundary lines. My body is rattled with heat, my head spinning while I sink to my knees in the damp grass. Tears fall down my pale cheeks and I can’t determine why.

I don’t even feel a mating pull to Terron, but I do feel something.

Whatever it is now, it hurts beyond comprehension. I double over, sobbing into the grass while the white-water rapids cover the sound ...