Aéron's point of view The morning training ground was already filled with wolves when I heard her voice. Not with my ears. Inside my head.Aéron, I'm sorry.I froze. The wooden practice sword in my hand slipped slightly between my fingers. For one terrible second, everything around me became distant. The warriors, the sound of bodies hitting the training mats, Lucian shouting instructions, Emily struggling to maintain her stance, even the cold morning wind seemed to disappear.There was only her voice. I'm sorry.My heart slammed against my ribs. "No." The word escaped my lips.Fenrir stirred violently inside me. Something is wrong."I know."Our mate is afraid. His voice was no longer calm. He began pacing restlessly through my mind, his claws scraping against the darkness of our bond. Something is happening to her.I clenched my fists. "No! I won't let anything happen to her." I couldn't explain why, but every instinct inside me screamed that something had changed. Elara wouldn't a
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