Fear gripped Royce as she sat there, her knees sinking into the damp earth while she watched Apollo’s eyes flutter.
“What if I make it worse, Katya? He can’t reciprocate the marking so…”
“Things cannot go any worse than they are now, Royce.”
She was right. At this point, their connection had grown to a point where Royce’s connection to Apollo was the strongest connection she’d ever had. If there was any way that she could save it, that she could save him, she had to try.
The rain began to fall, a soft, rhythmic putter patter against the forest floor. It was a stark contrast to the storm that had raged within Royce as she made her impossible choice. Apollo, her true mate, lay limp against the ancient oak, his life force fading. The only hope, a desperate gamble, was to claim him as her
