My own Wolf was stunned silent. I gaped at him. I was barraged with emotions, from hurt to anger to disbelief. Reid’s fiery gaze fell, and he glowered at his hands clasped in his lap.
“But…I-I don’t feel any different,” I managed to stammer, looking frantically between him and Grady.
“He uses gone as a general term, Natalie,” Grady said softly. “He is a werewolf; his Wolf cannot truly leave him. He did something he shouldn’t have, and now his Wolf simply cannot reach him. He’s still in there, he’s just…comatose, I suppose. The Mate-bond is certainly still intact, he just can’t feel it. That’s all.”
Her explanation was hardly comforting. I shot up to my feet and backed away from Reid, towards Grady. My sudden movement certainly got his attention, and Cujo’s, too. I barely noticed when Co
