CONNOR POV
Did you ever have the feeling of your heart being ripped straight out of your chest?
Of fear climbing into your bones like frost?
Of dread descending upon you like a dark cloud, thick and suffocating?
I was living all of them at once.
Running like a lunatic.
Breathing like a hound.
Searching for her.
Every heartbeat was a drumbeat in my ears, too loud, too frantic. The world had narrowed to one thought—Grace. My mate. My light. My everything.
Each step I took wasn’t fast enough. My muscles burned, but I didn’t stop. I shoved a group of guys in the hallway who had the misfortune of blocking my path. One of them yelled something, probably an insult, but I barely registered it. I was already gone, half beast, half man, heart pounding like a war drum.
She was in there some
