“Put the bond back.” I instill each word with alpha command. “I don’t know how.” My wolf howls, shaking the rafters, making himself known. The crone narrows her eyes. “And even if I did, I wouldn’t do it.” “Put it back!” I slam the table. The tea cups rattle, and a crack appears in the solid wood. “I can’t, but I’ll make you an offer.” Her lips curl. “I’ll take the bond out of you, too.” My hand flies to my chest. It feels no different. There’s no pulse, no burning fire like the mated males describe. There’s—silence. “I assure you, it’s there.” The crone calmly sips her tea. “You can’t feel
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