Gideons POV
I walked beside her through the damp dungeon hallway, my mind still reeling from the sudden, profound shift in the bond.
When we had first pulled up to the gates of Whitepeak, her fear had been a suffocating weight in my chest. It had bled through our connection—sharp, icy, and frantic. I had been ready to turn the carriage around, to order the guards to burn the entire fortress to the ground if it meant keeping a single tear from falling from her eyes.
When I had seen those rusted chains hanging from the ceiling, my wolf, Kane, had snarled in pure, unbridled fury. I didnt even think; I had just moved, ripping the iron clean out of the stone with my bare hands, wanting to destroy every physical remnant of the monster who had dared to touch her.
And then I had turned around
