Haylee's POVThe proof has been scattered over Aiden’s kitchen table like pieces of a monstrous puzzle, each document uncovering another layer of Xavier’s treachery. I sit sobbing and shaking as I turn over Master Elias’s research notes for the third time, the Latin phrases and the reams of finely detailed diagrams swimming out of focus through my tears of fury.“That motherfucker,” I mutter and slam the notebook closed. “That scheming, lying bastard has been pulling the strings on my whole life.You need to calm down Haylee,” Aiden says softly, laying a hand on my shoulder to hold me steady. “I know you’re angry, but we shouldn’t make a decision like this in haste.”"Calm down?" I spin to face him, my wolf almost snapping under my skin. "Xavier has been cooking up my brain with possession magic for five years Aiden. Five years of stolen memories, repressed emotions, and sired emotions. He murdered Master Elias to hide his sins, and God only knows what else he has done to ensure his s
Haylee's POVWe all load in for the drive to where Master Elias's body was found, which somehow seems longer than an hour from Dr. Sarah's office. Aiden continues to stare at me with concern, and I can feel through our bond that he recognizes my distress, but I need to see this on my own. I have to know just how powerful Xavier really is.“You don’t need to this.” Aiden says, for the third time, as we pull onto the access road to the woods. “The scene has already been processed by the authorities. We can get their report."“I have to see it,” I tell them, firmly. “If Master Elias was killed defending me, because he knew the truth of what Xavier did, then I owe it to him to speak.The place is cordoned off for crime scene, but Aiden is an Alpha so we can enter. The local sheriff, a no-nonsense old character named Thompson, guides us to the location where the body was found.“Found him right here,” says Sheriff Thompson, pointing at a depression under the forest floor near an ancient oa
Haylee's POVThe atmosphere in Dr. Sarah’s office is so thick, you can cut it with a knife as Aiden and I take our seats across from her at the desk. Her usual composure looks shaken, and the desperation in her voice when she summoned us here still rings in my ears.Dr. Sarah addresses us after the introductions, opening a worn folder. ”What I am going to teach you would shatter everything you thought you knew about True Bonds.” "What do you mean?" I lean in, despite the wad of dread in my belly.Dr. Sarah opens the file and fans a few documents out on her desk. I've been studying True Bonds since we last spoke, swotting up on the old books and cross referencing them with new magical theory. It turns out what I've found... it's not good."Aiden's hand grasps mine and I can feel how tense he is through our connection. "Just tell us, Sarah."“There are bonds which can be artificially influenced, with the help of dark magic,” she mutters, almost inaudibly. “Since natural generation coul
Haylee's POVThe dusty old books that cover Aiden’s desktop seem like they could contain the secrets of the universe, and yet after three hours of reading, I’m starting to see double. Aiden is on the other side of me, his brow furrowed in concentration as he reads an ancient text written in what I think is Old Norse."Anything useful?" I ask, rubbing my temples."Maybe." He glances up, and I can almost feel his excitement through our link. "The writer here references True Bonds, but in the archaic language of the time. Some of the passages are giving me trouble.”I circle the desk to see over his shoulder, attempting to ignore the fact his presence is inflating my pulse rate. Since we talked earlier, the connection between us is humming louder and stronger. Every feeling, everything is heightened."What does this part say?" Here I'm pointing to a piece that seems to be somewhat more legible.His finger trails the text as he translates, quietly. “Something about … ‘two souls, one flame
Aiden's POVThe doctor touches Haylee gently as she inspects her, but I can see the worry etched in every line of her face. Haylee is on the edge of my bed, pale but awake, and I pace behind her like a caged wolf.“So I’m just crazy, and if my son is gone, there will be nothing left,” Lou Jordan replies, to which Dr. Sarah says, gently lowering her stethoscope, through “a kind of heightened parental bond.” "But it's strange how it affected you, Haylee. Usually, these links don’t lead to buildings coming physically tumbling down.”"What does that mean?" I query, my voice betraying my concern.“It means there is something else that we should be thinking about here. Something more than a typical parent-child relationship.” She looks between us. "Have anything happened to your mates' link recently?"Satisfied that she is no longer angry, I take a long sip of my beer, and watch as Haylee’s cheeks turn bright red, averting my eyes. "We... things have changed a little.""What kind of develop
Haylee's POVI stride back and forth across my room like a caged animal, my brain spinning from my absorption in the kitchen. The vision — or whatever it was — is now stuck on replay behind my eyelids. The look of joy on my face, the love in Aiden’s voice, the two angelic little kids that had both of our features. It felt so real I still remember the scent of the nursery, the echo of laughter.“Pull yourself together,” I mutter to myself. "It was the mate bond playing up. Nothing more."But even as I say that, I know I’m lying. What we had was beyond anything I've felt, even when we were at the peak of our original relationship. The bond is not just waking up, it’s changing, giving us glimpses of what could be and it should terrify me, but instead fills me with a want so fierce I find myself gasping for air.There comes a gentle rapping, and I struggle to climb out of it."Mom?" There is the muffled sound of Lior’s voice through the door. "Can I come in?""Of course, baby."He slips i