They Keep Pulling Me Back In Mga Nobela at Kwento

Each time I’ve relocated in the past seven months, I’ve moved towards them, not further away. “It’s the pull of the mate bond. No matter how much you try to ignore it, it will always lead you back to them, even if you don’t realise it.” “So you keep saying,” I sigh. “Look, I’ve already said I’m going back, so you can stop going on about it now.” “But you are going back because you’re scared of what you’ve found here. You’re still trying to outrun your fate.”

Kathilyn snapped, she had enough of playing chase with him. "Relax, girl. I won't kill you, at least for now." The masked man walked closer to Kathilyn and leaned close towards her. His face is only an inch close to her. "You're an interesting person. Keeping you around can be beneficial since you're like a magnet that can lure them." The man smirked and walked away. "So, you'll be seeing me more often from now on." The man walked towards the door. "What do you mean? Who's them?" Kathilyn asked.

I said. "Yes," he said. "That is what makes her right for it." The bond was warm between us. The full presence again. "Come back is different from going back," he said. I looked at him. "Going back is returning to a starting point," he said. "Come back is." He paused. "The pull toward something specific. Not the origin. The thing that is home." He paused. "The bond from the anchor's end at eighty kilometers is the specific feeling of knowing the pull exists and that the pull is toward you."

I try to stay focused, fighting alongside my pack, but there’s something else pulling at my attention. It’s the tether; its pull is stronger than ever, whispering in my mind, tugging me toward the edge of the battlefield. I clench my jaw, forcing myself to stay in the fight, but it’s no use. The tether is like an invisible hand, reaching deep into my mind, urging me to leave the battle behind and follow it into the shadows.

“Then do not pull away.” Mira’s voice came fast. No hesitation. No softness. Kade had already started to step back again. Not fully. Just enough for the bond to react. It hit instantly. A sharp inward pull. Stronger than before. Kade froze. “It is doing it again.” “Because you are,” Mira said. “Stay where you are.” “I am staying.” “You are bracing,” Alder cut in. “That is not the same.”

he said finally. “That’s not a crime.” “With you, it’s a prelude to something stupid.” I glanced at him. “You saying you wouldn’t do the same if it was you?” He didn’t answer. Which was an answer. --- The pull The bone didn’t just hum anymore. It tugged. Subtle at first, like the urge to glance over your shoulder when you know someone’s there. By the second night, it was a constant pull toward the north. When I mentioned it, Kaia looked pleased. “It’s calling you to the gate.”

I nod quickly, but my chest rises fast as that pull hits again, stronger, more insistent, and this time it doesn’t feel curious. It feels demanding. “They want something,” I say. Jax’s expression darkens. “They don’t get anything.” Derek’s gaze sharpens. “What kind of pull?” I swallow, trying to steady my breathing as the pressure builds again. “Not like before. Not just… feeling.” Another tug hits, and my fingers tighten into Jax’s shirt. “It’s calling,” I whisper. Jax’s grip turns almost crushing. “Then don’t answer.” “I’m not trying to,” I say, my voice tight.

The pull persisted. I was attempting to pull myself somewhere I wouldn't go. As I closed my eyes firmly, my fingers pushed more forcefully against my chest.

“I cannot stop it.” Kairos grabbed my shoulders. “Anchor to me. Right now.” I tried. I truly tried. But the pull kept dragging. The Ravager whispered, “Come back to where your power was born.” I gasped. “Kairos,” I cried out, “he is pulling harder.” Kairos pulled me into his arms, voice shaking with fury. “Then I will pull harder.” I gripped him tightly. But the rune flared again. The ground trembled. And the shadows surged forward. “Kairos,” I screamed, “he is trying to take me again.”

“You don’t have to thank me. Just… don’t lock me out again.” “I won’t.” Behind us, Lena clears her throat. “As touching as this is, can someone explain where exactly we’re going?” I smile a little. “I don’t know yet. But I’ll know when I feel it. I just… have to follow the pull.” “The pull?” she repeats with a raised brow. “It’s hard to explain,” I say. “It’s like something is calling me. Like a thread binding me to a place… or someone.” Xander’s jaw tightens slightly, but he says nothing.