Lynn's POV
My legs carried me to his bedside. My hand reached out—trembling—and touched his face.
His skin was too cool.
Energy flooded through me—his energy, weak and flickering but still fighting.
"Mate is hurt," Iris whimpered in my mind, her voice breaking with anguish. "I can feel his wolf. So weak. So far away. Barely holding on."
Through the bond, I felt Logan's pain radiating into me. A dull, throbbing ache that settled into my bones. My shoulder burned where his wolfsbane wounds were worst. My ribs ached where he'd taken that devastating blow.
"It hurts," I whispered.
"Yes," Iris said, her voice thick with grief. "This is what it means to be mated. His pain is our pain. His suffering is ours. And if he dies—"
She couldn't finish. Didn't need to. I felt the answer in my sou
