My ears were ringing. My Wolf was howling louder than she’d ever howled before. I scrambled the last few feet of patchy grass and slid to the very edge of the steep, rocky cliff on my belly. I squeezed my eyes shut as my highly-sensitive ears detected three distinct thuds some distance below.
I was breathing heavy and whimpering pitifully. I could not will myself to open my eyes. My Wolf was in absolute anguish, and I waited for the excruciating pain to start, igniting like striking a match—the pain caused by losing the other half of my soul.
But the seconds continued to tick by agonizingly slowly, and the physical pain never came.
Realization struck me like a slap across the face. Somehow, he had to be alive.
My fingertips dug into the rocky crag on which I lay. I gritted my teeth an
