Amelia POV
We felt it; first, heat spread through our shoulder blade and across our spine.
It wasn’t our pain, but we felt it like a hot poker was being branded into us.
My years of abuse have hardened me to pain, and I could have at one time in my life closed it out of my mind and focused on something else.
They had not hardened Enya, though.
It wasn’t my pain alone, and it was impossible to shut out.
We collapsed on the floor. Unable to take the pain that brought tears to my eyes and bowed Enya’s back as it felt like a knife was being twisted into her back.
She screamed in pain and denial.
“Mate!” She roared at me.
Panic and the love she had for our mate laced her fear-filled scream to me.
Noah!
She was trying to get up. Enya collapsed on the floor again.
If she was
