Chapter Thirty-three

“I do not know what you just did here, Edvana, but it feels as if we have just performed a ritual and you have taken my soul,” said Danshak, softly.

Erin chuckled. “I was thinking the same thing,” she said.

“Do you believe in soul ties?”

“I don’t know,” she replied candidly. “I’m not sure it’s a real thing.”

“I think it is,” he said pensively.

“Why?”

“Because after this amazing experience with you, if I die today and if there is another life, my soul would recognize you when we meet because your soul has mixed up with mine.”

A shiver ran up her spine at his words because they took her mind back to Devon and how he’d been so certain that she was his mate. He knew he would meet her even before he did and that was the inspiration behind that remarkable painting at the gallery. What had he called it? A Werewolf Fantasy?

That painting finally made sense to Erin; it was Devon’s way of interpreting a message he knew in his soul but could not express in words. He had used the dream stone to f