Lucian felt it. Even in his heat-hazed mind, he felt their bond shatter. Horror filled him, the pain deep, cutting and he worried that something truly horrifying had happened to Cass.
A low, guttural cry came from his lips, his body sluggish as he had just fully shed. He was trying to move as quickly as he could, but he could only do so much. He hadn't shed in ages, hadn't taken care of himself. If he'd been wiser, if he had known that someone like Cass would have come into his life, he wouldn't have neglected himself like this.
Now he was paying the consequences in blood and he had no way to know that Cass was okay. That Cass was alive. The sorrow, the pain hit him, filling him with such a deep sadness he didn't even want to continue with his shed.
What was the fucking point if the bond he'd had with Cass had shattered too soon? He knew that temporary bonds didn't do this. Not when they faded.
This felt far too permanent. Too scary. Too real.
