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Chapter Thirty-Two: They Won't Rest
Unlike his mate, Desmond got to sleep in his own bed - though he did not sleep well. He tossed and turned most of the night, waking up repeatedly with his heart racing as if he’d been sprinting. Despite the distance he’d put between them, the mate bond only seemed to have grown stronger. Probably because Carrie took up so much space in his head. Many werewolves thought of the bond as something purely mystical, but Des had been around enough mated wolves to know that no matter how mystical the bond was it still took effort to maintain. Like any relationship, you had to be considerate of your mate, to take into account their needs and wants, in order for the bond to stay strong. Of course, for many werewolves that translated into an all-consuming obsession - which probably would have been o
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