Seren
The hospital smelled like antiseptic and broken promises. Bleach and sterile air tried to smother everything else, but beneath it, faint and fragile, I felt him. The bond is there, thin and fraying, connecting me to my mate.
Duncan’s alive. He’s alive. He has to be alive. The chant rolled through my skull in rhythm with my pounding heart, a mantra as I raced to find my mate. Every step felt too slow, too loud. The fluorescent lights hummed overhead, buzzing against my nerves. I could taste copper and fear at the back of my throat.
The doors to the ICU wing swung open before I could touch them.
“Seren.” Luna Catriona’s voice broke on my name.
Suddenly I was wrapped in warmth. Her arms, strong and sure, folded around me. The scent of wild heather and moonlight clung to her, and f
