Keya's POV:
My head swam, vision doubling at the edges as I fought the dizziness clawing up my spine. Whatever he injected me with—it burned like acid in my veins. A twisted cocktail of wolfsbane and gods knew what else. It coiled around my core, slicing through my connection to my wolf with surgical precision.
Gone. Just gone.
I couldn’t feel her. The constant presence that had always been there, even in silence, was nothing but a void now. A black, crushing absence. My limbs trembled from the shock of it.
“You belong to me,” James said, voice sickeningly soft as he crouched down beside where I was shackled to the cold stone floor. His eyes glinted with that same unhinged worship I’d once mistaken for love.
“No,” I snarled, gritting my teeth, trying to force her back, to feel her aga
