Omega Bound
The blindfold is tied over my eyes, it's heavier than it's supposed to be, and it smells like Ronan, like a scrap of cloth torn from his own cloth and that quiets Fenir down slightly.
As sight vanishes, scent and sound sharpens, the scarpe of boots on the floor, the shifting breaths of students.
Under it, him, five meters away, alive breathing after all they tried to get us separated.
I hold back, as i wait for more instructions.
“Alphas, project your aura, towards one another.” Elias commands.
I push out my aura bit directing it towards the walls, as I gather my aura and release it in a controlled surge.
But the second it leaves me it finds him like a magnet, straight towards the center.