Joseph's POV
Relief floods through me when Karl's mind link reaches me about Dorothy. Something deep inside my chest finally loosens after days of tension. I'm still an hour out from Damon's territory, but Oliver drives us harder, leaving our warriors trailing behind in the dust. My mate called for us. Whatever Dean did to her, whatever hell she endured, none of that matters right now. We'll face it together. The only thing that counts is that she's alive and safe.
As we approach Damon's pack lands, I release a howl announcing my arrival. The patrols better understand I'm not stopping for permission or pleasantries. Nothing will keep me from reaching my mate.
