I clutched my chest as another wave of pain radiated through our bond. This wasn't just the usual discomfort of distance—this was something far worse. The phantom sensation of smoke filled my lungs, and I could almost taste the acrid burn.
"Kaelen," I gasped, stumbling toward the door.
My mind raced with horrible images—my mate surrounded by flames, fighting for his life, reaching for me across our bond in desperation. I didn't care what time it was or who I woke. Something was terribly wrong.
I practically ran down the hallway, my bare feet silent against the marble floors. The guard outside King Gareth's quarters startled as I approached.
"Luna Seraphina? Is everything—"
"I need to see King Gareth immediately," I interrupted, my voice surprisingly steady despite the panic coursing through me. "It's an emergency."
