And he pushes.
He pushes his grounding frequency into the bedrock. He anchors the facility to the ice shelf. He holds the line.
The tremor suddenly stops. The groaning of the steel door ceases. The cold recedes, replaced by the warm, steady hum of the mate bond.
The Formless is pushed back.
Asher collapses forward, burying his face in Kade’s chest, sobbing violently. Kade wraps both arms around him, burying his face in his hair, his own chest heaving with silent, racking sobs.
I pull Elara into a fierce, crushing hug, burying my face in her dark hair. You did it, baby, I project, my mental voice thick with overwhelming pride. You held the line.
The math held, Elara projects back, her mental voice a fragile, trembling whisper. I just showed him where to draw.
I look at the heavy stee
