Mason was pulled out of his trance and braced the altar to break his fall. He saw Lillian and Celia on their hands and knees around the circle. They were panting like him, and Mason knew they could feel the same pain. Something was definitely wrong. The only solace was that Mason knew it wasn’t Xenia, but still, it bothered him.

“We still need to make sure our mate is safe. Now,” Rodin roared in his head.

Mason tried linking Xenia but got nothing. Now, he was worried.

“My brother is getting closer,” Mason said to Lillian. We need-”

“I already saw to it,” Lillian interrupted. “That’s the least of...