- CallaI lay curled on the cold stone floor near the fire, trembling violently. The agony had passed, but the psychic shock left me weak, nauseated, and utterly exhausted.My wolf, which had been so fierce in driving the hatred down the bond, was now whimpering inside me, raw and terrified. The backlash from Lucien was not a rejection; it was a brutal demand. His power, though unfocused, was overwhelming.I forced myself to sit up, leaning my back against the rough wall. I had wanted to hurt him, to make him feel the pain of my contempt. I had succeeded. But the bond was a two-way street, and the reciprocal agony had been crippling.He knows now, I thought, a desperate clarity washing over me. He knows I am an enemy. He will not stop looking.Lyra found me minutes later, just as I was pushing myself shakily to my feet. She carried a leather satchel and wore a dark, heavy pack, ready for the surface mission."You sent the message," Lyra observed, her silver eyes assessing my pale, swe
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