Christian’s Pov

The bond led us farther than I wanted.

By the time the trail strengthened, the night was deep and the trees had grown denser. Kane rode at my right, silent except for the occasional signal to the small group behind us. I did not speak unless I had to. Every part of my focus stayed locked on the thin pull in my chest that still belonged to Jennifer.

When the scent of her finally thickened in the air, mixed with damp stone and several unfamiliar wolves, I raised my hand and the party stopped.

There was an old storage hold half-swallowed by the hillside ahead. Two men stood...