"Take a deep breath, Damon," the leader's voice cut through the fog in his mind, trying to anchor him to reality. "We'll get her back, but we need to calm down."
Damon clenched his fists, his nails digging into his palms as he fought to steady his breath. Clarity wouldn't come if his mind was a storm of panic. He needed to calm down. He needed to think clearly because Kyra needed him more than ever.
Lucas stood there, frozen, as the reality of what had just happened hit him. For the first time, he truly felt weak—completely powerless. He had failed as her mate. Kyra was gone again. And it was all too familiar.
The first time he had lost her, it had torn him apart, but this...this was worse. The same situation had repeated itself. Another portal-like thing had sucked her away, and he had done nothing. He could still feel the helplessness of watching it all happen, unable to stop it, unable to save her.
