I burst out of Eclipse and jumped into my truck. The engine roared to life,
and I gunned it, heading west—the direction that the tether around my heart
was pulling.
A deep dread filled me for what I would find.
My mate.
I’d heard stories about this from my sister, about what it felt like when a
wolf’s mate was close. Only it wasn’t supposed to happen to me. Not like
this. Not with her.
“Fuck!” I roared.
I could almost hear the cursed fates laughing. A LaSalle and a Laurent,
entwined in a dance of self-destruction.
My heartbeat raced, and it was impossible to resist the pull. Savannah’s
pain was like an anchor dragging me toward the bottom of the sea.
I floored the accelerator and wove through traffic as confusion flooded
my mind. Why had I only now realized this? Something had changed. What?
It didn’t matter. I just needed to get to her, and then I’d deal with the rest.
I could feel her agony with every fiber of my being. Her mind was on the
verge of shattering. Whatever was happening was fucking bad.
Hearing her screams in my mind had made me want to kill. But now there
was only ominous silence. It was a mercy, but dread filled the quiet void. I
gripped the steering wheel, my knuckles white, as I fought the urge to rage.
The burning tightness under my ribs intensified as I drew near West
Shore Park, the largest wooded park in Magic Side.
Why had Savannah come here in the middle of the night?
Murderous thoughts flashed through my mind, and I cursed. Tires
screeching, I pulled int
o the empty north lot. I parked and sprinted into the
woods, letting the sensation in my chest guide me. I’d only made it a few
yards before Savannah’s shriek echoed through the forest.
My blood surged, and my senses sharpened to a razor. She was alive, but