Charles
Grace's living room was bathed in the soft glow of the fireplace. She wasn’t relaxing much, but it was better than the nervous energy from earlier. I met her gaze.
"I appreciate your willingness to talk about this," she began softly.
I shook my head. “It’s not a secret, Grace.”
She looked wary, and I sighed. “Should I just start from the beginning?”
She bit her lip and nodded.
"For lycans, the mate bond is supposed to be a powerful connection. It ensures our strength passes to the next generation. I’m sure you’ve heard that lycans never leave our mates… not even in death."
She nodded.
“It’s mostly a lie,” I said. Her eyes widened. A heavy sigh escaped me, and I ran a hand through my hair as I considered how best to convey my predicament. "To reject a mate is to sever t
