Damian woke up suddenly, his heart racing as the gentle pulse of the mate bond came alive again. He felt Storm's presence roared strongly in his mind.
"She's close!"
Damian didn't waste a second. He reached over and shook Jasper's shoulder roughly. "Get up. She's close."
Jasper groaned, rubbing his eyes and muttering under his breath. "You sure this isn't just a dream, Your Highness? Because you look like—" He stopped mid-sentence when he saw Damian's expression.
"Now, Jasper," Damian snapped, already standing. "We're leaving."
Jasper scrambled to his feet, grabbing his gear with haste. "You're the boss," he said, though his tone lacked its usual levity.
Damian was already getting on his horse, staring at the far-off horizon. He felt a weak but constant connection, like a soft voice urging him to move ahead.
He gritted his teeth and pushed his horse forward, hardly waiting for Jasper to get into his own saddle.
