“I know, sweetheart. I don’t want you to shift. I just want you to be safe.”

“Cyrus,” Kenna whispered as her arms tightened around me, giving me hope that maybe she was recovering.

I narrowed my eyes and ground my teeth at the name. This time it was crystal clear. I tried to touch her mind, but the steel cord that bound us together was nothing more than a thin thread.

“Kenna, who is Cyrus?” I panted as I hurried to get to the fortress.

She shook her head and tried to smile.

My heart thumped painfully under the pressure and panic of the pack warring within me. Finally, the...