JUNO POV
I left RoanRidge in a damn panic after the meeting with Elias. The message had been sent hours ago, a desperate, urgent torrent of truth driven across the mate bond. Marcus had received it instantly, the shock and fury of the betrayal hitting him even before the full tactical detail had settled. That psychic confirmation allowed Marcus to immediately adjust the guard protocols, secure the perimeter, and pass the critical information to Alaric, enabling the Alpha King's covert meeting with Elias. The strategic work was done.
But the sheer distance and danger of the last week, culminating in the agonizing knowledge that Marcus was about to confront the traitor face-to-face, had frayed the Beta wolf inside me. The bond demanded reassurance that surpassed telepathic communication. I needed to see him, to touch him, to anchor my Beta mate before he walked into the eye of the political storm.
