Chapter 12

Dorian’s POV

Help me, she said. Her voice sounded weak and frail, like a whispery mumble.

The voice was uncanny. It was the same one that I had heard in my mind when I discovered our link, the same one that had called on to me at the bar, it was the voice of my mate. Rhea.

Her voice sounded the same as it had earlier when my brothers and I were at the bar, when we had rushed over to find out that she was hurt with Lyra by her side.

Please, help. Her voice said again, My wolf stirred up within me urging me to take action.

I could smell her faintly. I felt a pull toward the gate. I felt this hunger, this urgency like nothing before. The gate looked scary, what laid beyond it might even be deadly but this hunger needed to be satisfied and it can only be satisfied by knowing that Rhea is alright.

Fuck it! I swore as I pushed the door bell. The gate opened with a whiny sound, without giving myself enough time to think or back out I walked in.