Penelope
“Aaron.”
The bond. It's weakening. Not muffled anymore, actually weakening, fraying like a rope being cut strand by strand.
He's dying.
"No," I gasp against Matthias's shoulder. "No, put me down…"
"We have to keep moving," Matthias says, his voice strained. "Aaron gave us this chance. We can't waste it."
"He's dying!" The words tear from my destroyed throat. "Matthias, he's dying right now, and I can feel it."
"I know." His voice breaks. "I know, Penelope, but we can't go back. If we go back, his sacrifice means nothing."
Every step we take, the bond gets weaker. Thinner. Like watching someone I love disappear into fog, knowing I can't follow.
I won't accept this. I refuse.
“Melody!’
I reach desperately for my wolf, but she's still suppressed, still weakened by the drug
