Kinsley’s POV

I walk for days without a clue as to where I’m going. The world has never felt so large before tonight, the vastness of it set out before me. I run my wrists over the tough tree bark, scratching away at the white bracelets on my arms that mute my wolf.

I can’t shift, can’t run, and can’t even mind link my mate for help.

It’s a gloomy outlook but I know this isn’t the end. It can’t be. I have to press further, walk until my feet bleed, and then ...