[Sylvester]
Being able to feel my mate’s pain and not being able to do anything about it is torture. A slow torture where every emotion is magnified as I worry about not only my mate but our unborn child. I can't bear to be apart from them. I feel an overwhelming urge to hold her close to me. I need to feel her touch. I need to smell her and know that she is real.
The only thing worse than feeling everything through our connection is losing that feeling. One moment I could sense her every emotion magnified through our bond--her fluttering heart, the way her body shook, the depth of her need for me. If Rudy hadn't been by my side helping me temper my emotions, I'd have gone rogue just to bring her home to me.
I want to chase her scent through the city, hunting her like a feral beast, br
