Chapter 57

Damion’s Point of View

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The moment Jane’s name flashed across my phone, the world around me collapsed into silence. I’d been in the middle of a meeting, when a sharp tug yanked at the bond in my chest, firm, urgent, almost painful. I’d felt since I left him at the pool earlier, restless in a way I couldn’t explain. My wolf had been pacing under my skin nonstop, lowering its head, sniffing at the air as if searching for something it couldn’t find. Then the phone vibrated.

One look at the screen and my heart stuttered.

Jane.

I didn’t even remember hitting accept. His voice came through thin and frayed like stretched thread.

“Damion… something’s happening.”

My blood ran cold.

Fear was instant, primal, and absolute. It tore through my body with such ferocity.

I didn’t stay long enough to explain. I shifted into motion, so quickly the world blurred, my vision sharpening with my wolf’s instincts.

I didn’t think.

I reacted.

Because my mate was hurting.

And there is nothing in thi