POV: Anya TWENTY-EIGHT YEARS AFTER INFILTRATION The day Anya woke up completely human, she didn't realize it at first. She stretched in bed, feeling the familiar aches of her fifty-one-year-old body, and reached instinctively for the bond. For twenty-eight years, that connection had been as natural as breathing, a constant awareness of her three mates, their emotions and locations always present in the back of her mind. Now there was nothing. Silence where symphony had been. Anya sat up abruptly, panic flooding through her. She focused, trying to feel Alexei beside her, Dimitri in his command center, Nikolai in the kitchen preparing breakfast. Nothing. The bond that had defined her adult life was gone. "Alexei," she whispered, shaking his shoulder. "Alexei, wake up." He woke immediately, Alpha instincts alert. "What's wrong?" "The bond. I can't feel it. I can't feel any of you." His expression shifted from alarm to grief. "I know. I felt it break around four this morning. The
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