Kane’s POV
The fever slammed into me the moment I rushed for the bike. One second I was fueled by rage and focus, ready to tear the city apart for Calla and the next, fire ripped through every one of my nerves. My body buckled before I could even move the bike. I stumbled hard, nearly dropping the bike, my knees giving out as the mate bond crushed me from the inside. “Boss? Kane, talk to me. What’s wrong?” What was wrong? Everything. My skin felt too tight, and my bones ached like they were trying to break through flesh, and underneath it all was a terror so deep it threatened to drown me, except it wasn’t my terror. It was hers.
Calla’s fear flooded through the bond with enough force to steal my breath, mixing with my own em
