Caleb woke with a start, his body drenched in sweat despite the cold night air filtering through the open window. His heart pounded erratically, his breath coming in sharp gasps as his senses reeled from the sudden force of the mate bond pulling at him.
Something was wrong.
His wolf howled inside him, a restless, agonized sound that made his stomach churn. He clutched the edge of the bed, trying to steady himself, but the pull was relentless—a thread of panic threading through his veins, urging him to move.
Lila.
The name slammed into him like a strike to the chest.
His lips parted as he tried to shake off the lingering haze of exhaustion. He had spent the last few nights losing himself in bodies that weren't hers, in touches that burned but never marked him. It was a pathetic attempt at distraction, and it had failed. Because no matter how much he tried to forget her, she never left him.
And now, she was in trouble.
