Chapter 22
Andrew My father looks at me expectantly. “She left.” He states the obvious. Yeah, dad, she just closed the door. I saw that too, you know? I bite back the sarcasm swirling in my head. “Yeah,” I say instead, keeping my tone neutral. “Is she moving fast?” Dad presses on. “How would I know?” I frown, genuinely confused. “Feel the bond within you,” he explains, as if I’m some clueless pup. “It’s a tether to her, even if she’s not part of this pack yet.” His tone makes me feel like an i.diot. Thanks for the condescending lecture, Dad. Very helpful. I search my mind for the bond. It’s not easy to focus, so I shut my eyes, forcing myself to search inward. It’s like reaching into fog. After a moment, I feel it – a faint thread tugging gently against my chest, like an invisible string t
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