Back in his alpha office, Ryker did not sit immediately. He paced. Once. Twice. Three times. His wolf was relentless.
"Go back to her."
Ryker exhaled sharply. “You heard the healer. She needs to finish her examination. We will only get in the way.”
"We will not get in the way," his wolf snapped. "We are her mate. She needs our presence. She needs our strength. I can barely feel her wolf. She is so weak."
Ryker stopped pacing. That part unsettled him too. The mate bond between them was faint—thin like a thread barely holding. He could feel her somewhere in the back of his mind, but it was distant and fragile.
"If we do not go back," his wolf continued, claws scraping against his control, "her wolf may not recover. She needs our energy."
“She is with the healer,” Ryker growled softly.
