Dante

The journey to Silas’s territory took six hours at a dead run. The entire time, I felt Kira through the bond—faint, damaged, like a candle flame guttering in a storm.

She was giving up. I could feel it. The resignation that had been building for days was hardening into acceptance. She thought no one was coming. Thought I’d abandoned her.

Seven days. A full week in that monster’s hands.

Every minute of those six hours was torture. My wolf howled in my mind, demanding we run ...