George's POV

The link, newly forged screamed with her agony.

"Your Highness!"

I heard Edward’s voice tinged with instant worry. Hands, warm and familiar, were gripping my arms, trying to steady me. My vision swam.

"What is it, George? What's wrong?" Edward’s voice seemed nearer now, persistent.

“Wendy,” I finally gasped, the word a hoarse whisper. “It’s Wendy. I feel… I feel her pain.”

Edward’s eyes flashed with recognition, then flickered with worry. He knew what the link signified, knew what I felt for her. Without a word, he barked orders.

"Get the car ready! Now!"

The pack warriors sprung into action. I pushed up to sitting, ignoring the residual...