We’re told when we’re young that the bond will change us, that it’s the closest thing to magic that wolves have. Our elders describe it as perfect intuition and insight, an effortless connection with another and the reassurance it brings. Over the years, it will grow into a communion of unspoken thoughts. The eldest of us seem never to speak with our mates. But the bond begins in the body, igniting a wildfire year of lust.
