The forest blurred past in shades of black and grey.
Roshan's leopard form moved with fluid grace, powerful muscles bunching and releasing with each stride. Fourteen warriors ran in formation—golden leopards and black panthers moving as one unified force through the night.
Brothers in purpose if not in blood.
The bond pulled.
North. Constant. Relentless.
Like a rope around his ribs, yanking him forward with desperate urgency.
Every stride brought relief and agony simultaneously—closer to Faelyn but still too far, still separated, still WRONG.
Beside him, Nyx's panther form was sleek darkness against the moonlit forest floor. Red eyes fixed north with single-minded intensity.
They'd been running for hours.
Would run for hours more.
Wouldn't stop until they reached her.
Couldn't stop.
The bond wouldn't allow it.
Roshan's mind churned despite the physical focus required for the run.
'Hold on, Faelyn. We're coming. Just hold on.'
