The Bane And The Alpha Beast
“And you still don’t know why?”
I shook my head. “No. I don’t even know if it’s me or if it’s them—or the bond itself. I just know it’s not normal. And the Moon won’t answer.”
Silence followed that, the kind that settles like fog—thick and uncomfortable.
Then Ven exhaled. “Shit. I take it back. I am glad I asked. That’s messed up, Bane.”
“You don’t say.”
The carriage bounced over a rut in the trail, jostling us. Caelan pulled the reins gently, guiding the horse around a bend where a portion of the fence had collapsed under a fallen tree.