The door seals.
The airlock is silent, save for the ragged, wet breathing of the surviving wolves.
I sprint down the corridor, sliding on the icy floor, and hit the manual release for the inner door. Kade tumbles into the command bunker, his shoulder heavily burned, his chest heaving, his green eyes wild with adrenaline and pain.
I drop to my knees beside him, my hands flying over his wounds. Through the merge, I feel his exhaustion, a deep, hollow ache that mirrors my own.
You held the line, I project, wrapping my mental arms around him, pouring every ounce of my love and relief into the fragile link.
I held it, he replies, leaning his forehead against mine, his breath hot against my cold skin. But Isla... they know we’re down here. They know the layout.
I look up at the heavy, seal
