The mating bond

It had happened before, dhampirs mostly didn't need anchors but the modern world had made it seem so with the change.

With dhampirs at a certain age, the vampire dna that had been reticent suddenly became dominant and began fighting the body.

That's when the dhampir decides to take an anchor to go through with it or fight the pain and see which side won out.

As in Dalia's case.

I watched her. The fiery kitty, so still and stable in her sleep.

My loins tightened and my body called for her as a voice in my head whispered, 'true mate'

What?

Hell, no.

I was not going to accept the claiming.

The door opened and my uncle stood in the doorway to Dalia's room

Looking glum and livid.

He let himself in, not saying a word as he too faced Dalia.

"Her body doesn't stand a winning chance", my uncle said calmly, no trace of the anger I had spied on his face.

I said no words, the outcome of the Council meeting rolling in my head. Those stubborn old fads.

The whole lot of them were useless. A threa