BELLE

“Elijah,” I said again, “what’s wrong?”

Elijah’s face had turned as pale as a sheet of paper.

I couldn’t tell if it was his wolf or his human side that was upset, based on the rapid change of colors in his eyes. Either way, whatever had just been told to him through mind-link— communicated to him through his brain—could not be good.

I tried approaching him when he didn’t answer.

The pain I was feeling suddenly didn’t matter; it was quickly being replaced by worry. Elijah growled when I approached and took a step away, putting a fair number of feet between us. My brows knitted together.

“Kyle,” Elijah...