I was a monster after all...her monster. I brought my cup of wine to my lips, relishing its sweet taste while a sense of victory caressed my insides. She was still mine. She’d cursed, sworn and called on the powers that be to strike me dead, but none of that was going to stop me from keeping her from leaving. How could she expect me to let her go after what I’d learned. We were still bonded! How that was even remotely possible had eluded me. If not for those sweet sparks and the obvious way she reacted to my touch and I to hers, the thought would have never occured to me until it was too late.
Once she had accepted my rejection, there was no doubt of our bond breaking as evidenced by the onslaught of pain on me and my wolf right after, but once that pain had finally ceased and my wolf ha
