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Chapter 19
SILAS
I should have been out there, should have been searching those woods for my daughter along with my pack warriors but Grace needed me and my heart was being torn in two. On one hand, I had my missing daughter to deal with and on the other, I had a mate that blamed herself and consistently felt as if she brought this upon us. Thanks to the bond strengthening, I could feel exactly what she felt, the pain and the turmoil. She couldn't shut it off the way I had. I made sure she couldn't feel what I felt by building a mental blockage. If she did feel what I felt, I was scared that she would know that I did blame her in a way.
I hated myself for it and no matter how much I tried to convince myself otherwise, I blamed her. There wasn't a day Sydney left this house unless I took her to visit her grandparents. She was six and homeschooled but her teachers always taught her in the back yard under the watchful eyes of the guards.
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SILASA loud shrill vibrated through the forest as my teeth sunk into where her shoulder met her neck. I dug down deep until the metallic taste of her blood filled my mouth. After a minute, my canines retracted and I lapped my tongue over the puncture holes to seal them, a soft, delicate moan leaving Grace's lips as I did so."Mine!" I growled into her ear.Her body went weak, knees bunkling underneath her. Before she could hit the ground, I wrapped my arms under her and swooped her up — bridal style. She had fainted from the pain that coursed through her but it would get better soon. Once it did, she would go into heat and that was something, in normal circumstances, I would have looked forward to. But knowing that she would be going into heat for an entire week meant that she needed me at her side. How could I search for my daughter and still take care of my mate? Clearly, I hadn't thought this through.
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