Benjamin's POV Jeremiah was right. The ritual was no trivial matter, and it wasn't just Ale's pheromones that were sealed away, but everything. The worst part was my ability to sense her presence. She was my mate, mine to protect. If I couldn't sense her unique scent, which was part of my lycan side, how could I protect her? As the ritual progressed, the intoxicating scent that had always allowed me to find her slowly disappeared, disturbing my sanity. There was no anger, no possessiveness towards her, only emptiness. Jeremiah only said that Ale could cancel it at any time, but never said how. Ale didn't need it, but I did. I was the one who wanted to always smelling that intoxicating scent at all times, even from a distance. I was the one who wanted to always feeling her presence even though we were thousands of miles apart. It was me... I opened my eyes when the ritual was over, trying to smell—pheromones, mate-sign, lycan, or anything. I could smell everything, but
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