CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FORTY NINE

I teether back at as the force of the dark magic that sweeps into me.

I can hear somebody screaming.

It takes me a moment to realize that the animalistic sound is coming from my throat, as white hot pain burns me from the inside out.

I can feel somebody holding me but my back is arched, my spine rigid with a jaw grinding pain that is eating at me.

The bond is on fire.

The bond that Lucas and I share is on fire and I can feel the fine golden tendrils rotting under the ugly blaze inside of me. I slam the bond shut between us, instinct forcing me to prevent Lucas from feeling this pain.

With each tendril snapping as it rots away, I am seized by a severe agony that I can’t put into words, these lashes of white hot pain, setting every inch of me in a terrifying fire.

This is not the kind of pain that you can get used to each.

I can’t breathe.

I know the bond is breaking.

I know the true mate bond is breaking.

And under the mental agony of it, there is whisp