MilesGoddess, it was glorious to feel the familiar, coarse texture of fur against my skin again. I hungered to return to the pack, to scent my mate and pup, but Connor remained trapped under the haze of Regina’s hypnosis.His presence was a cold, hollow echo, lacking the warm, vibrant spark of his soul. Fear that I may never reach him gnawed at my gut, but I shoved it into the darkness of my mind, desperate to wake him. ‘For our mate’s sake, Connor. Fight to get back to me.’ I prayed he would hear my plea.Moving my massive frame in the cramped, airless room without shattering something felt nearly impossible. The two women retreated behind the bed, their caution understandable. Most would run at the sight of me.“Wow, I underestimated your size, Miles. Best sit down,” Regina said, her voice dry as I knocked a ceramic vase off a side table, the sharp clatter of its destruction ringing against the floor.“Congratulations, Mother,” the girl scoffed, her eyes shifting warily as she trac
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