Page 118 of Savage Bond


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Too vast.

“How much did you take?” My voice came out in a raspy croak. “You can’t keep doing that.”

His hand didn’t stop its soothing motion. “I didn’t do anything. That was all you.”

I lifted my head off his shoulder and peered into his tired, bloodshot eyes. “Want to explain?”

“Even though you barely shifted, you still managed to speed up your healing.” He jerked his chin to my arm where a gash had been earlier. Now just an angry red line marred my skin.

Holy shit.

“Idid that?”

“You did.”

His eyes trapped me again, keeping me from looking away. Or maybe I didn’t want to. For the first time, I was at ease with someone, so safe that every bit of my armor had fallen away. And I didn’t want to pick it back up.

Fane’s head yanked to the left, tensing against me as he searched the surrounding trees.

I stiffened. “What is it?”

“Someone’s coming.” His arms tightened around me as he lifted me off his lap but halted as a figure slinked forward, flowing silver hair drifting in the wind. “Cirilla?”

The elder wolf emerged through the shadows, her tan linen pants fluttering around her ankles and the white, billowing shirt almost transparent. A serene smile pulled at her lips as she stopped a few feet away.

“I felt your vibrations and followed.” Her palms lifted in the air as she made circular motions. “Very potent.”

Fane lowered me back to his lap as we gave each other surreptitious glances.

“What the hell is she talking about?”I asked in his mind.

“No idea.”

Cirilla bent at the waist to pluck a fallen leaf from the ground, examining the burnt sienna and orange colors speckling the waxy surface. “There’s no need to visit me in three days. I have your answer.”

“And…?” Fane’s arms felt like a steel cage around me, and his emotions—anticipation and a slice of panic—scraped along my chest, mirroring my own.

Was there a way to reverse the link or stop it in its tracks?

Cirilla tossed the leaf into the air and blew it, watching it rise and then flutter back to the ground. “There’s no breaking your bond. It’s permanent.”

Ringing filled my ears, and hot and cold tingles ricocheted down my spine as her words sank in.No breaking your bond. Permanent.

Fucking permanent?

“What do you mean there is no breaking it?” My voice rose to a high-pitched squeak, making Fane wince.

Cirilla shrugged and tilted her head toward the sky, basking in the moonlight. “It’s impossible.”

Fane scoffed. “Fated mate bonds can be broken. You can’t tell me there’s no way to sever this link.”

“This is not the same thing as a fated mate bond,” she said. “Besides, even some broken mate bonds leave behind a piece that will never dissipate.”

Acid curdled my stomach as Marissa’s image floated forward. Was Fane still carrying a tiny, smoldering ember for her that would never extinguish?

Cirilla lifted her hand in the air again, her head rolling back. “The power I felt coming from you two tonight was strong enough to draw me from a mystical trance.”

I slid off Fane’s lap, noticing he’d put his jeans on at some point. “Power? What power? We weren’t even doing anything except shifting.” Well, he shifted while my transformation halted.

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