I look at Kade. He nods slowly. "We will learn."
Leaving the medical wing is an exercise in sensory overload.
Because our fields are merged, my perception of the world is doubled. I feel the cool stone of the hallway beneath my bare feet, and I simultaneously feel the solid, grounding presence of Kade walking beside me. I hear the distant murmur of the pack in the courtyard, and I feel the collective, steady hum of their integrated fields.
It is beautiful, but it is loud.
Kade senses my overwhelm immediately. He shifts his mental presence, creating a small, quiet buffer around my mind. I’ve got you, he projects. Filter it out. Focus on me.
I focus on him. The noise fades into a manageable background hum. I look at him, grateful. He smiles, a small, private expression that only I can s
