XXVIII

Aspen

I howl when I feel her go into heat. I long to be there with her. Our mate needs us! If she were not with Dylan I would immediately return to her. I am so glad they have marked one another, without her mark our bond is incomplete and Ace is still not as well as he needs to be. I have heard of one thing that could explain Kaiya’s ability to be with me in a dream, but it takes a blessing from the rarest of beings, or rather the rarest in our realm because they usually avoid our kind.

One of the Mystics. They are an ancient race, often confused as fae or even more stupidly as vampires. They do not need blood to survive, but they need it to perform the strongest magic such as the kind that makes a werewolf a dream walker. Kaiya can only walk in dreams of those she is connected to. That means her mates and family, if this is what I think it is. But this is all stuff from books my mother read us as children. I have never met a Mystic.

“Think again, wolf,” a light voice says and I t