Dysfunctional Link

Fenris searched desperately, even with the mate bond guiding him, but no matter where he looked or how hard he looked, he still couldn’t find Christen. It didn’t help that the storm was greatly being a hindrance to his already dulled senses. He could barely see the trees, barely smell anything out here, and with the wind blowing, not only was it hard for him to hear much of anything else…

"Christen! Where are you?! Answer me if you can hear me!” He wasn’t even sure if his own voice could be heard through it. Heck, he could barely hear it himself in this storm. If he couldn’t hear himself, the possibility of Christen being able to hear him was quite low.

‘Damn it. Come on, bond! Aren’t you supposed to help me find her?' he mentally questioned, having a difficult time making the pulse work for him. ‘I swear, if it tells me she's somewhere behind me or made another turn somewhere, I will definitely be questioning this feeling.’

For a while during the search, Fenris thought he would find