Jack was slipping.
I felt it like someone pulling a thread out of my chest, slow and steady and terrifying. Panic surged through me so fast it stole the breath right out of my lungs. My aura snapped outward on instinct, a wave of raw energy that blasted across the corridor hard enough to rattle the lights.
Beau roared my name behind me. “Stop. You will overload again.”
“I do not care,” I snapped, even though a small part of me absolutely cared because my skull felt like a microwave popcorn bag about to burst. “I cannot lose him.”
“You will not help him by knocking yourself unconscious,” Beau shot back, his voice hot with fear even though he was still halfway in wolf form. His eyes glowed gold. His ears flattened. He hated watching me burn myself out.
Before I could argue, the wall to
