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Alexander

The need to get home to Rosalie was becoming too much. It was like an incessant itch under my skin, and it was become intolerable.

Connections to one’s own mate were something no one, in the written history of werewolves, had been able to explain or comprehend. But the connection was next to none. We could hear each other’s thoughts when we were within a close enough proximity. We could sense their pain, anguish, happiness even. And we knew when there was something that just wasn’t quite right.

That sense of foreboding had been getting increasingly worse with each passing day. Always the sense that there was something going on that I should have been there for… That danger was nearing.

And now that the threat of Xavier being on our boarders seemed to have disappeared on its own, I saw no need to be away from her any longer.

I knew that what ever Xavier had planned was far from over. And so, with that in mind, I left my war council in place to continue monitoring the sit