Willow didn’t even realize she was on her feet until the chair behind her scraped loudly against the floor.
The sudden movement made a few of the pups pause mid-sentence, their chatter fading as they looked up at her. But Willow wasn’t looking at them. She wasn’t seeing the dining hall anymore. Her world had narrowed into one thing— One voice.
“Willow—”
Her heart slammed painfully against her chest.
“Talon?”
And then everything came rushing in at once. She turned sharply— Searching— Breathing faster—
“Damon!”
Her voice cut through the hall—sharp, urgent, filled with something that made every wolf in the room still. Across the room, Damon froze mid-step. He had just started walking back toward her with a tray in hand. But the moment he heard her— Something shifted.
The bond. Fear. R
