Flames of Fury, Roadside Retribution

I jerked awake with a scream building in my throat, heart hammering like it might burst through my ribs. Something was wrong. Terribly wrong.

"Hazel?" Silas was instantly alert beside me, his hand reaching for mine in the darkness. "What is it?"

The sensation was like a knife twisting in my chest—a violent tearing where two parts of my soul should be. My bond with Jaxon and Kaelen had gone silent.

"They're hurt," I gasped, already scrambling out of bed. "Jax and Mr. Vance—I can't feel them."

Rhys shot up on my other side, eyes wide with alarm. "What do you mean you can't feel them?"

"It's like they've been ripped away," I said, yanking on the first clothes I found. My hands trembled so badly I could barely manage the zipper on my jeans. "Something happened."

Ronan appeared in the doorway, chest bare and eyes wild. "You felt it too?"

I nodded, panic clawing up my throat. "We have to find them. Now."