{"A deep mind connection is not something you stumble upon—it's a destiny fulfilled."}
FREY'S POV
The moment the bond flared to life, I knew something was wrong.
Tor's fury surged through me like wildfire, sharp and blistering, leaving no room for doubt. My breath hitched, fingers tightening around the crystal goblet in my hand. The rich scent of blood no longer tempted me, it was drowned out by the overwhelming force of my mate's rage.
What the hell happened, Tor?
I closed my eyes, focusing on the pulse of the bond. It wasn't just anger; it was Gale, his Lycan, prowling, snarling, teetering on the edge of losing control. I could feel the beast pacing, clawing at the surface of Tor's restraint, demanding blood, and retribution. My instincts flared in response, cold and calculating.