Contaminating everything
We thought came from the heart
Noah's blood ran cold. The woman, his lover, disappeared.
Where did she go?
Time seemed to stop around him and all Noah could hear was his own blood pounding in his ears. He no longer had control over what laid out across the attuned bond. Loren would surely be hit by the barrage of his emotions. Noah hadn't felt this since he heard of Weaver's death. It consumed him whole--the turning, twisting, churning, fiery burst and grasp of devastation. NO! He felt his whole body start shaking. His claws dug into the ice and snow, fury rising from him as if from the tundra itself. His hackles rose and his lips curled in a silent snarl--but he dare not move.
Just listen to the noises