DOM
I had tracked the scent of Lena's pain like a bloodhound.
Every step forward, every shred of intel I'd forced from liars, cowards, and traitors had led me here to this place that reeked of rot and violence. I didn't know how many hours had passed since I first felt that damnable tug through the bond—a sensation of her fear that gnawed at me like an open wound. It never stopped, never quieted. Just a steady throb in my chest that grew heavier with each second I wasn't beside her.
How many times had I fought the beast inside me? The one that screamed to rip and tear everything in its path until she was safe?
Too many. And now?
Now, I had had enough of fighting it.