POV: Amara Kings
"Stop!" I shouted, throwing myself between the fighting wolves. My hands shot out, one touching each of their chests. The moment my skin made touch, a strange tingling rushed up my arms.
The two wolves—Max and Lena—froze in place. Their eyes widened as they stared at me, then at each other. The anger that had made them attack each other seconds ago seemed to melt away.
"What did you just do?" Max whispered, looking down at my hand still pressed against his chest.
I wasn't sure myself. Ever since fleeing Dorian's compound with Trick, strange things had been happening. Like how I could feel the invisible threads joining mated pairs. Or how, just now, I'd somehow fixed whatever was broken between these two.
"Your bond was damaged," I said, surprised at how certain I was. "I... fixed it."
Lena's eyes filled with tears. "I can feel him again. In my heart." She reached for Max's hand. "It's been dark for weeks, ever since—"
