After everything that has happened in my life, I thought I was strong. I’ve carried my grief and my rage all this time, I’ve carried on as if nothing was wrong. I fit into the pack, I acted how I should, I kept my identity a secret. I’ve been strong. I’ve been resilient, I’ve been willful and cunning. I thought for sure I could handle anything that fate threw my way. God how wrong I was. I was not the least bit prepared to fight off the mate bond, to will it away and focus on my rage and my sorrow, my need for revenge and a bloody type of closure. I just was not that strong. And it terrified me. I wanted to harden my heart against the bond, to not be affected, but the longer I was around Silas, the less it all seemed to matter. He led me to the couch and sat with me, my hand still in his as we sat facing each other. His
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