The communication crystal pulsed against my thigh, its warmth cutting through the haze of pain.
With every fragment of strength remaining in my broken body, I pressed my palm to its surface to accept the connection.
Raven's voice flowed through the magical link—honeyed, intimate, thick with want.
"Kael... I ache for you. Every fiber of my being yearns to be near you..."
His response came back low and graveled. "Raven. These past five years, I've been nothing but a hollow shell. The moment I caught your scent again—that's when my wolf finally woke."
Soft sounds of movement. The whisper of clothing being shed.
"What about Lyra?" Raven's tone grew sharp. "Didn't you swear she would always be your bonded mate?"
"If her sire hadn't died protecting her—if she hadn't been so determined to drag you before the Pack Tribunal—I would have rejected the bond years ago."
"Hush, my Alpha. Don't waste breath on tedious matters." Her voice dropped to barely a murmur. "Tonight, I'm going to claim every inch of you until you forget your own name..."
The sounds merged into something indistinct. Then darkness consumed me entirely.
When awareness sparked again, chaos swirled around me.
"She's bleeding internally—we need the pack healers immediately! Someone find her bonded mate!"
A healer's assistant retrieved the crystal from my torn clothing, searched through my magical contacts, and activated the first connection.
It hummed. And hummed. And hummed.
Finally, he answered.
"This is the territory healing den. Are you the bonded mate of Lady Ashvale?"
"She's been struck down in a hunt-attack. Internal wounds. She requires emergency healing rites immediately. You must come at once—"
Kael interrupted her, his voice flat with annoyance.
"Is this another of Lyra's manipulations? She couldn't devise a better scheme, so she arranged to be run down?"
"What, the scene she caused this afternoon wasn't sufficient? Now she's staging something at night?"
The head healer seized the crystal. "Alpha Stormhowl, this is no deception! Your mate's injuries are severe—her life hangs by a thread! We require pack authority consent for the deep healing rites!"
Raven's laughter chimed in the background. "Kael, who contacts you?"
"Lyra. Claims she was attacked. Supposedly dying."
Raven giggled. "Then let her fade."
The healer's voice rose with urgency. "Alpha, you must take this seriously! She genuinely needs intervention!"