ALMOND
I sat there, frozen, as I watched Alvah issue orders to some of his men through their mind-link connections. His words were etched deeply into my mind – he was cursed with no hope of a cure, and the only one who could ever save him was being hunted by the witch he had thought was dead.
In a strange way, Alvah and I were similar in our shared aversion to the concept of "mate." I despised the idea of being bonded to anyone again, and Alvah loathed it because marking his mate meant their inevitable death. I couldn't help but wonder how he coped with witnessing his mates die before his eyes, not knowing the cause until he realized he was the one responsible.
I could only imagine the torment he must be putting himself through, burdened by the guilt of unintentionally causing the death
