Chloe’s pov
My hand remained pressed against Ted’s broad chest, my fingers gripping his dark leather vest right beside the silver wolf fang necklace. The warmth radiating off his body burned through the freezing dampness of my cell, anchoring my heart in the dark.
"Ted," I whispered, tears of relief blurring my vision as I looked at him through the iron bars. "You can't leave me in this cage. Fernando is going to use my blood."
Ted held my hand flat against his chest, his palm rough and heavy over mine. He looked down at me, his jaw set so tight a muscle twitched near his ear.
The fierce, unyielding weight of the Guardian connection burned in his gold eyes. His wolf thrashed beneath his skin, demanding that he tear the rusted iron bars from the wall and carry me into the mountains righ
