(Callan)
I didn’t waste any time once I left. The storm was closing in, and if I didn’t get to Emma soon, there was no telling what state she would be in.
Nathan had said she was barely holding on. That her wolf was fading. I had seen wolves lose their bond before. It wasn’t pretty. It was slow and painful, like watching someone drown in front of you while you stood helpless on the shore.
But I wasn’t helpless. Not yet.
Once I arrived at the pack house, I asked for her and it was a warrior who took me to her bedroom.
I followed the warrior through the halls of the pack house, my stomach twisted in knots. I didn’t know what I was expecting when I saw Emma, but Nathan had made it clear—she wasn’t doing well. And yet, a part of me still hoped he had exaggerated. That she would be sittin
