The stillness in the pack house was unsettling, a haunting echo of everything that was wrong. I paced the floor, a coil of tension and worry wrapping tighter around my chest. Kenneth was in that godforsaken prison, and each passing moment felt like a countdown to something catastrophic. The absence of his warmth, his laughter, hung heavily in the air, suffocating me with dread.
I tried to reach out to him through our bond, but it felt muted, like trying to call out through a thick fog. I could sense the remnants of his strength—fading, flickering, and I fought to keep the connection alive, to send him my love and support, but the darkness was encroaching, threatening to swallow him whole.
Then it hit me—an overwhelming wave of agony that crashed into my mind like a thunderclap. Kenneth w
