The gold wolf raced back to the village, Mikel perched between his shoulder blades, prepared to act as backup for whatever they might face.
He didn't think he had ever ran so fast in his life, but he had never been as desperate as he was in that moment.
He had lost his connection to his mate.
He had felt her fear, the pain that flashed across her neck, and then nothing.
Fear coursed through him in a way he had never experienced.
He knew it was because he had never loved anyone as much as he loved Isla, needed someone as much as he needed her, and the thought of losing her nearly killed him.
He couldn't feel anything from her, and he didn't know what that meant.
Their bond was so new, so fragile, and he didn't understand everything he felt from her.
That was for his human side to distinguish, each subtle detail.
The wolf side only knew his mate was there one second and gone the next.