Chapter Twenty Three: A Hope Found

Fen… Fen, my love, please, Dylin sobbed across the Link. His beautiful, foolish Omega. He couldn't picture it if he froze to death on this tundra. Dylin saw a bright flash of dark hair beyond the next tumble of ice and stone, between the two towering peaks so close that two Wolves could barely walk abreast through it.

The sharp rocks dug into his toughened paws, but he knew that Fen would never have been able to walk across the sharp gravel of the pass' floor. Not without splitting pain, or something even worse. Dylin felt his heart burst into an inferno at the thought of his mate's delicate feet being torn apart by these rocks.

Why in Gaïa's name had Fen just run off into the snowstorm? He was shivering before he had ever left the camp, and he had the total lack of sense to do this now!