Mary Ann’s POV
The bond disappeared.
One moment, it was there.
Weak.
Fading.
A thin thread connecting my wolf to Modric’s somewhere beneath the poison and pain.
Then there was nothing.
No fear.
No pain.
No exhausted wolf fighting to remain conscious.
Only silence.
“Modric?”
My voice came out as a whisper.
His hand remained inside mine, warm from the blankets and my grip. His face had gone strangely peaceful. The tight line between his brows disappeared, and his chest no longer struggled beneath the blood-soaked bandages.
The healers were still moving around him.
One reached for his throat.
Another pressed her ear against his chest.
Their expressions changed.
“No,” I said.
The Nightveil healer placed both hands over Modric’s ribs and began pressing down.
“Stop the carria
