Did we… get it? he projects, his mental voice a weak, trembling whisper.
We got it, I reply, tears streaming down my face, mixing with the dust and blood on my cheeks. You got it, Alpha. You broke the line.
He opens his eyes, the green irises bright and clear despite the pain. He reaches up with his good hand, his fingers gently brushing the tears from my face. You… commanded it, Luna. You saw the path.
I lean down and press my forehead against his, the frayed thread of our merge wrapping around us both, a fragile, beautiful tether in the dark. We did it together. Always together.
The next hour is a blur of medical triage and structural assessment.
Margot works frantically over Kade, Kieran, and Lyra. Kade’s shoulder wound is deep, but the bone is intact. Kieran’s leg is badly fractur
