CONNOR POV
*trigger warning - GORE*
I didn’t feel the cold.
Not the snow biting at my paws, not the wind carving through my fur, not the sting of ice against raw skin where branches had cut me open. None of it mattered. The world could freeze over, break, collapse into itself, and I wouldn’t f*****g notice because all I could focus on was the single fact tearing through my mind like a hooked blade: Grace was somewhere ahead of me, hurt, scared, surrounded by things that should have never existed outside ancient nightmares, and every second I wasn’t tearing the mountain apart tooth by tooth felt like a betrayal.
Cain was welded to the front of my mind, not fighting me for control, not dragging me under, but sharing my skull like a second pulse, a molten center of instinct, hate, and vic
