Leon felt her.
Even though she was nowhere near him, even though walls and buildings and the entire weight of Eclipse Prowess Institute stood between them, he felt her like a pulse beneath his skin—steady, aching, impossible to ignore.
It had been like this ever since she stepped away from him on the field. Her scent lingered on the wind—soft, fragile, trembling at the edges, like she'd forced herself to walk away before her heart betrayed something she wasn't ready to admit. His wolf had pressed hard against his ribs ever since, restless, huffing, pacing, demanding he go after her.
Mate is hurting.
Go to her.
Now.
Leon dragged a hand down his face and forced himself to remain still.
"You know we can't," he muttered under his breath.
Xavier growled—low, frustrated, warning him this wasn't the time to be stubborn. Leon leaned back against the trunk of a tall cedar behind the training field, closing his eyes, breathing in the fading echo of her scent.
Mia.
