Olivia Anderson
The world tilted sideways.
One moment I was standing in the east-wing corridor, Marcus’s words still ringing in my ears...."He’s on the north ridge tonight”..and the next the floor rushed up to meet me.
Darkness swallowed everything.
When awareness returned, it came in fragments: strong arms lifting me, the scent of fresh-baked bread and cinnamon, a soft voice murmuring, “I’ve got you, Luna. Stay with me.”
Tasha carried me like I weighed nothing...long strides, steady breathing...up the main staircase, past the stunned faces of pack members who parted without a word.
I tried to speak. Nothing came out.
My lungs felt shallow, starved. Every breath was thinner than the last.
The incomplete bond.
Mendoza was running..farther every second and the thread between us was
