POV: Luna

Everything hurts. That was the first thing I became aware of as consciousness flickered in and out like a dying candle. Pain everywhere, deep in my bones, in my blood, in the empty space where my wolf should be.

I could hear fighting. Shouting. The clash of bodies against concrete. But it all sounded distant, like I was underwater.

Someone was carrying me. Marcus, I thought. The older wolf who'd been kind to me when we first met. His arms were gentle despite his urgency.

"Stay with us," he murmured. "Just a little longer."

But I was so tired. So empty.

The mate bond with Theo was there,...