When no answer came, he threw off the covers and took the clothes from the chair beside him.

The farther she got from home, the thinner the connection became. 

Calling out the warning to her in his mind so great that she closed her eyes and gasped in panic from about fifty miles away, Daniel laid proper claim on his mate. 

“There’s nowhere you can run to; you belong to me. I’m coming for you.”

The Darke King

Haldir’s freckled fingers bent rapidly as he motioned for the next patient to come forward. “Come on over, child.” 


The young blonde-haired man was hardly a man at all, and Haldir gave him a quick smile. “What seems to be the problem?” 


He shrugged his shoulders and leaned into Haldir’s ear. The Viking huffed through his nose and nodded, then pointed his thumb over his shoulder to the Dining Hall. “Go ahead. The soups quite good today.”


As the next patient stepped forward, Haldir lifted his chin. “My, that’s quite a bruise.” While he did a quick assessment on the woman before him, the tingly hand of Fate pulled his eyes right to a small group of men standing together in the triage line. The foggy sensation that he’d met them before poked at him, and he shook it off before he narrowed his eyes to them and tried to place their faces. 


Chapter 32 THE STRANGER