Kane's POV
I slammed the doors of the war room open, storming inside with all the anger raging inside me.
Zack and Lucas were already there, standing on opposite ends of the table but neither of them looked like themselves.
Zack’s shoulders were rigid, his face looking pale while Lucas, usually so smug, gripped the edge of the table so hard the wood cracked under his fingers.
And I knew why.
“You feel it too,” I said hoarsely.
Lucas’s head snapped toward me, his expression raw. “The bond, It’s—” He broke off, pressing a hand against his chest. “It’s empty, it feels so hollow, like someone ripped her out of me.” His voice was rough and unsteady in a way I’d never heard from him.
Zack’s eyes burned like embers. “She’s alive,” he said, his voice hard but quiet, as if he were trying t
