Modric’s POV
The pain struck before I reached my study.
One second, I was walking beside Kylian, still angry from the argument with Mary Ann. The next, something tore through my chest so violently that my knees nearly gave out.
I grabbed the wall.
My wolf roared.
Not anger.
Terror.
“Modric?” Kylian caught my arm. “What happened?”
I could not answer.
The bond between Mary Ann and me had always felt like heat beneath my skin. A constant pull I tried to ignore. Now it twisted like a rope being dragged through my ribs.
Then her presence began to fade.
“Mary Ann.”
I ran.
Kylian followed, shouting orders behind me, but I barely heard him. The corridor blurred. Servants jumped out of my path as I raced toward the Luna Wing.
The guards outside her rooms straightened.
“Did anyone ent
