Chapter Forty- An Opportunity
The bond ached.
It threaded through both of them like fire-laced wire, humming with power, demanding more. Evandra felt it every time Tristan brushed past her in the halls, every time their eyes caught and lingered before turning away. Sage howled inside her, restless and raw, clawing at the walls of her chest. We are his. We belong to him. Why hasn’t he claimed us fully?
Tristan’s wolf, Thorne, answered in kind. His growls and howls often broke into Tristan’s mind unbidden, so much so that Tristan had been forced to seclude himself in his chambers late at night just to get some peace. But there was no peace. The strain was constant, gnawing at him. He was bound to her—and yet not. Claimed in soul, but not in body or ceremony.
And the pack was beginning
