I do not know how much time passed as I struggled to come back from the void, and my life was like fragmented shards of awareness, pain, fear, comfort. But what remained constant was the presence of my mates. Even when my basic senses failed me, I could feel my grey wolf and my dark wolf inside me in a way that defied reason and logic. Even in the nothingness, between awake and asleep, life and death, they were there with me, so I was not alone. And when my vision faded, I could still smell their scents at my side, I could hear their beating hearts, and they spoke to me with more than just words. We connected on both this plane of existence, and the next it seemed, my mates anchoring me to this world, and keeping me from crossing over to the spirit world entirely. My body hovered that thin line between life and death as I had lost too much blood, but my mates would not allow me to go. Neither would my wolf, even when my human heart threatened to give out, when it sputtered and I did

For such a large man, my dark mate sat me down on the toilet surprisingly gentle. He wasn’t intimidated by the heated look I gave him as he jutted his juicy ass against the sink with no intentions of going anywhere. Grey’s outline filled the doorway, but at least he had the decency to turn around to give me a small modicum of privacy. “I can’t go with you there watching,” I snarled. Roam chuckled darkly, “Liar.” And he was right because seconds later my stream released like a geyser only making him laugh harder. I hated him. I hated that I didn’t hate him at all. I hated myself in this weak, pathetic moment too. I growled as I jerked some toilet paper off the roll. “I suppose you want to wipe my ass too. I hate this!” Grey cleared his throat with his back still turned to me. At least one of these males respected me and my boundaries, “All of The Moon’s creations need help from time to time. There’s no shame in it.” I let out a deep breath, but luckily my overbearing mate allowed

I was sweating buckets, felt the urge to vomit, wanted to cry, and I did not think I could make it a step further when I reached Grey’s dark pickup truck outside the healing cabin. Though both my mates could smell my pain and hear the fast thrum of my heart and labored breathing, they let me do it on my own, even my overbearing mate who didn’t always like to take no for an answer. They sensed my need to do it on my own two feet. Maybe we were making progress after all. On the bumps and twists back to Mountaintop, I was on the verge of breaking down and asking for the good drugs, my pride be dammed. I didn’t see what I had left to lose at this point as both the males in the vehicle with me had already seen me at my worst and lowest. Grey kept asking me every ten point seven seconds if I was doing alright and he gave me worried glances in the rearview mirror. Roam studied me squirming on the seat next to him trying without much success to get comfortable. I didn’t remember these roads

In the end, I was spared from further embarrassment of having Rand and Lily watch Grey carry me into my house because the she-wolf pulled her mate off towards the diner to get some food. Lily and me’s bond and girl sync was deepening. She sensed my pain and exhaustion, and the need for me to be alone with my mates, without me having to verbalize it. I owed her. I owed them both. I owed more people than I liked, and I hated having unpaid debts. I hated needing help.But there was little I could do about that currently, as my knees felt like wobbly gelatinous sticks that wouldn’t carry me very far. Instead, I gave the Alpha of Timberlands what I hoped was a seductive smile and batted my lashes at him.“Does the offer still stand of a strapping, hunk of a man to carry this damsel in distress to her lodgings for the night?”He looked over his shoulder and around the yard, before his grey eyes locked on me with a grin, “Oh, you meant me? Why I would be honored ma’am. Allow me.”“You are fa

The dark wolf kept his distance and stuck to the shadows of the mountain for the rest of the afternoon, while Lily and Rand kept me company. I felt Roam’s presence stalking the woods, keeping alert to any potential threats, and an ear open for any signs of distress from his mate, but he stayed out of my sight, which was for the best. I was still furious with him, the bastard had dented the wood of my nightstand, but worst, he’d made another dent in my battered heart. But with the bond fully in place now, I figured I would never truly escape him, and I loathed that he was now a part of me. I knew that even if I severed the bond, I would still be reminded of him because of the void inside me left behind. That young wolf, eager to soak up the outside world in my diner, had told me as much, that broken mating bonds left scars that never fully mended. Not only was both of the mates weakened in a physical sense, but also a mental one, like a part of them had been removed. But to me, it wou