Josh’s POV

The city pressed against my skin like a second heartbeat, too loud and too restless. I moved through it like a shadow, boots scuffing along sidewalks etched with a thousand years of grime and silence. The wolves here walked fast, heads down, blind to the tremors beneath their feet.

But I felt them.

Rissa wasn’t in the city. I’d been sure of that for days now. But her absence echoed louder than any presence could. The bond wasn’t like a thread anymore; it was a siren that ...