The Alpha's Warlock
It fucking snowed, and then it iced, and then it thawed into slush and then iced again, and I discovered that no, I hadn’t actually reached my limit for how much I could hate everything.
Late at night, as I lay in my heaps of pillows staring up at the ceiling I’d painted with silver stars on an indigo background in a fit of whimsy, I couldn’t escape the sensations: two bonds, the one with Louis weakened by intentional magic but still horribly, eternally present, and the faint, crimson-gold shimmer of the partial bond I’d formed with…I refused to think his name, dammit.
How I could have two bonds at once eluded me. Maybe someone like Nate, with his warlock magic-sight, would be able to explai