Chapter 40

• The concrete floor was freezing, but the fire beneath my skin was hotter.
• The psychic tether stretched tighter and tighter, humming with a violent, vibrating frequency that made my teeth ache. Across the bond, the steady, calm control Dante usually maintained had completely fractured, replaced by an absolute, lethal void of dark rage. And Ryder—Ryder’s fury was a raging wildfire, tearing through the forest miles away, blind to everything except the scent of my terror and the coordinates of my blood.
• Hold on, Ryder’s voice echoed directly inside my mind, rough, commanding, and dripping with blood-lust. We’re coming, little wolf.