miles away. No distance is too far. No one else can tap into

tiful picture. I can sense his pain from watching her go and it pains me too. Feeling what he feels, anothe

idn't mean for

hat weird thing, where we lock eyes, get a tremor of something we can't

we just have to figure out how to

lton is tall, muscular, and fit, which is only enhanced by being among the biggest wolves in the pack even at his age. His family originated from Colombia and you can see his heritage clearly, in the

the way ungraciously by one of them. I get knocked sideways, unable to stop myself, and for sure know I am s

y colliding with the concrete wall, instead hitting his chest as I grasp on impulsively. His eyes glow amber over my head, as he death glares his displeasure

things, you didn't before. Even if he hated me before this, that need to protect me and look after me will

filled bellow he aims his way. I realize a little too little,

and arm firmly. Juan lowers his brows severely, and glares at his son furiously, moving int

ing. I was never good with aggression and rage. And now the overwhelming amount he can spit out, as my mood takes on his, has me recoiling. Colton has a sea of dominant fury inside of him and his hostility knows no bounds. I try to blot out the projections I'm getting and close my eyes to focus on my breathing instead. Combatting gro

patient as they are meant to when their alpha demands. Juan is one of the most intimi

ff into a nearby doorway, clicking his fingers and gesturing us to follow. It's

! Thanks." Colton mumbles it under his breath, not meaning for me to hear and I throw him

ed me h

ing... it's what you are. We imprin

im read my thoughts. Embarrassed that I'm stupid enough to not remember that thirty seconds after figuring it out. He fully

s and Colton ushers me to a nearby chair, padded and semi shadowed in the corner, out of direct line of any of the men. He stands close by

at the history books say, there has to be a way to break the bond and sever the connection, so he is free to mate up with a chosen female." The stern tone of a man who doesn't want to hear excuses and yet a tiny ounce of hope fills my chest. That there might still be a cha

ot question it." The Shaman is quick to verbalize but Juan slamming his hand on his desk, sending a loud thud through all of us brings

happening! She is NOT going to be my sons' mat

ide me and make sure I don't look at him. Instead I stare at my hands in my lap and pray for this to be over. Shaking internally and genuinely fearful

e of him, even if he is three feet away. My body and mind are doing some weird things in relation to him and as terrified as I should be right now, I don't feel it when he moves closer and somehow calms me withou

hoice has been made. Fate has chosen for him and you must obey." The Shaman comes back, undeterred by Juan's anger and s