The Tyrant alpha
Their pups, their mates.
She left me.
Not a word. Just bailed.
There’s something stuck in my throat. I pound my chest with a fist. Doesn’t help.
The bond is there, and for the first time, I stop and notice. It’s strong. When you work my kind of construction long enough, you get a feel for the tensile strength of a thing, how much weight a thing can carry before it breaks.
I can’t quite make out the bond’s dimensions. I can sense it, but I can’t say it’s physical. Not really. It’s strong, though. At least as strong as my heart or lungs.
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