I spin and bound for the stairs, the patch my wolf placed over my heart shattering into a million shards now jabbing me ruthlessly with pinpoints of agony. Sage is suddenly in my senses, the love surging back so abruptly I stumble one step before catching myself. I'm unable to pull air into my lungs, fear and heartache and other emotions I can't control driving me forward while my wolf chuffs and fights me for calm. My speed leaves Maks and Isabelle behind, scenting him, the final bit of proof I need to the reality of this disaster, about a heartbeat before I slide to a halt at his door.
His heartbeat comes from behind the dark wood, his scent stronger than ever. I taste him in the back of my throat, feel the warmth of his skin under my hands as my wolf's attempts to smother him fail cata
