KAEL'S POV
The pack was a blur of cold and white.
Snow stung my face, my feet were all shaking due to the cold weather here. The air burned in my lungs. And in my arms, limp and frighteningly still, was Ayla.
Her head tolled against my chest, silver runes faint on her skin, flickering like dying embers, looking like a black sheep. Blood smeared her lips. I could still feel the bond—faint, fragile, a silver thread stretched thin—but it pulsed like a wounded heart.
"Ayla." My voice cracked, raw and hoarse. I lowered her to the snow, my black wolf pacing under my skin, feral with panic. My hands hovered over her chest before I pressed my ear to it. A beat. Faint, but there my love for her increased. I wish I could stop my heart from beating so fast but I couldn't, what can a man do when he's in love.
I growled, more at the pack than at her. "No. You don't leave me. Do you hear me?"
