The count in the back of my mind had passed one hundred and kept climbing.Athena ran the arithmetic without being asked, as she had for the past hour: each rogue that came through the trees, each one that went down, the total refusing to settle into anything comforting. The eastern forest kept feeding us wolves in waves, patient and relentless, as if the dark between the pines were making more of them. We had met every wave. We would meet the next one too.Then the bond shifted.It came through the back of my chest, deeper than the mind-links and needing no permission. Something from Lukas. Not pain, not yet, but concern, bright and immediate, moving out of him before he could stop it. An involuntary broadcast. The kind that leaked past control when control had stopped being enough.I broke from the wolf in front of me, dealt with the one to my left in the same movement, and opened the bond wider.‘What’s wrong?’ I asked through it.A pause. Long enough to be an answer.Then: ‘I love
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