Lennox POV
For years, I'd shared my mind with him, my wolf, my partner, my rage, and balance. Without him, I was half alive. Less than that. I forced myself to focus, straining harder, calling out through the link. Come on… answer me. Please. Still nothing. I opened my eyes again, sweat breaking across my forehead. My pulse thundered in my ears. My hands were shaking, my breath coming too fast. The silence in my head was louder than any scream.
I glanced around the room, at the small window covered with a thin curtain, at the old wooden desk pushed against the wall, at the single lantern flickering weakly beside my bed. This wasn't a room. This was exile.
"Four years…" I murmured, my voice hoarse. "And they left me here like this?"
My jaw clenched, rage slowly overtaking fear. If what that woman said was true, if Olivia, Levi, and Louis hadn't come, then what had become of them? What did she mean by what they built without you?
