CONNOR POV
After all the wraits had disappeared or killed Cain took off, following our mate's scent inside a cavern on the mountain's side.
The mountain wasn’t a mountain anymore. It felt like a throat swallowing us whole, one narrow tunnel at a time, every stretch of rock vibrating with the echo of Grace’s panic. Her scent kept appearing in thin, miserable threads through the mist, and I could smell fear layered over determination that tasted too much like goodbye.
Cain pushed so hard inside me that the shift between us blurred. There was no line dividing his instincts from mine anymore. There was only the need to reach her. Moss tore open under our paws. Rocks cut into our pads. The cold didn’t exist. Pain didn’t exist. The only thing that existed was the bond pulling tighter with eve
