Chapter 4

I sat cross-legged on the floor of my sanctuary—the small herb garden shed where my father had taught me to blend healing tinctures. The space smelled of dried lavender and sage, bringing a momentary peace to my tumultuous thoughts. With my eyes closed, I focused on the newfound connection within me.

*Luna, are you there?* I called silently to my wolf.

*Always,* came her immediate response, her presence warm and fierce in my mind.

*I need to reach them without Damon knowing.*

My wolf's power surged through me as I concentrated on the ancient skill few remembered—the long-distance mind-link that…