POV: Caspian
I felt her pain at 2:47 in the morning.
It hit me like a fist to the chest — sudden, sharp, and so deep it stole the air from my lungs. I was sitting on the roof of the east wing, legs dangling over the edge, staring at the full moon and trying to quiet my wolf down enough to think. And then it happened. A wave of something that was not mine crashed through me — grief and shame and fury all tangled together, so raw and so real that for a second I could not tell where my feelings ended and hers began.
Sable.
I gripped the edge of the roof until my fingers ached. The bond. The mate bond was doing this — pulling her emotions into me whether I wanted them or not. And what I felt from her right now was not just sadness.
It was devastation.
