Rhydor's POV
One second, she was standing right there. I could feel her physical warmth radiating through the cool, damp air of the valley.
Her sweet, grounding scent filled my nostrils, anchoring my wild wolf instincts in the middle of this soon to be chaotic battle.
Even without looking directly at her, the rhythmic, steady pulse of her heart vibrated clearly through our mate bond, a beautiful melody that kept me grounded.
The very next second, she was just gone. Vanished. Dissolved into the empty air like a cruel trick of the mind, leaving absolutely nothing behind.
I felt the loss instantly, a brutal shockwave that struck me right in the center of my chest.
It felt as if a thick, freezing wall of black mud had slammed down inside my head, instantly severing the delicate thread of our connection.
Her scent was wiped away. Her emotions, her fears, her very presence in my mind went entirely dark.
