Eric
I shoved my way through the crowd, my heart pounding in my ears at a hummingbird’s pace. Rowena’s voice had called to me, as soft as a summer breeze.
“Eric…”
When I had heard it at first, dressing in the locker room after training, I had thought that it was just my imagination; but a moment later, I had felt my wolf bristling in the back of my mind.
“She’s hurt,” he had said. “Our mate is hurt. We have to go to her.”
I hadn’t waited so much as a moment. Within seconds, I was sprinting out the door, calling out for Rowena. I didn’t care who heard me, or whether people gave me strange looks as I bolted down the camp hallways.
I only cared about Rowena.
Now, as I reached the front of the crowd that had gathered in a circle at the bottom of the stairs, I felt m
