The monster's fated prey
"Then we don't play their game. We don't defend. We break the circle. The bond is our only weapon against this kind of chaos—sync with me, Lior. Everything you feel, everything you see, push it through the tether. Do not hold back."
Lior nodded, closing his eyes for a split second to ground himself. He could sense the fractures in the witches' concentration—the weak spots in the east quadrant where the chant wavered. "The east side," Lior directed, his voice suddenly sharp with clarity. "The foundation is thin there. Hit it with everything you have, and I will drive the energy through."
Elowen laughed, a sound that grated like rusted metal. "The mate bond makes you strong, Alpha, but it also