Robin’s POV
While Oriana’s scent was difficult to recognize while she was frenzied, Robin used the mate bond to track her down. He could feel her heart squeezing beneath her ribs. She was terrified. Hyperventilating. She had stopped running.
Robin had no control over who she was, or what she had become, but she was still his mate. He just needed to learn how to accept that she wasn’t who he thought she was. He loosened the reigns over his body, letting his wolf guide him to her.
The relaxing of power only made the bond feel stronger.
Getting closer now.
She had run clear to the other side of town, near the shipping district. Robin released an exhale of relief. One of the few parts of New York City that remained pretty much unoccupied at night. Unfortunately, because of that, it was also the setting of several unsavory activities.