Chapter 40 Chapter 40

“What?” Merrick’s tone was sharp. 

Lyon swallowed. “I felt—” He broke off, fingers pressing to his chest. “A pull. Like something—someone—reaching.” 

Pagan’s head tilted, nostrils flaring. “Her?” 

The word hung in the air like smoke. None of them had said her name aloud since the hunt began. 

A trem...