CONNOR POV
I hit the ground in wolf form so hard the earth cracked under my paws.
Cain didn’t even pause, he launched us forward the second our bones finished rearranging, sprinting through the forest like every tree, every rock, every breath of wind was an enemy in the way.
Grace’s scent burned on my tongue.
Thin.
Faint.
Wrong.
Like she’d been running.
Like she was scared.
Like she was leaving me. For real.
A snarl ripped out of us, violent enough to shake the damn birds from the trees.
‘Mine. Ours. We'll bring her back. Now.’
I didn’t fight him.
I couldn’t.
The only thing louder than Cain’s rage was the crushing, black-hole panic devouring my chest.
She was gone.
Gone.
And the note—
The lie—
The f*****g lie she wrote about not loving me—
I felt it like a blade every t
