My world shatters, my soul rips into shreds as I watch her lifeless body on the ground. A howl screeches from my wolf, sounding like nails being dragged across a blackboard as her pain fills the air. Our pain. She whines, nudging our mate with her snout.
“MALYKA!” I yell into the void, into the remnants of the bond that once existed between us. Grabbing at a mental tether to… Anything. Her name echoes in the space between us. There is no soul in her body anymore. “NO!” I command.. I’m not even sure who I’m yelling at. The Goddess? Malyka? Anyone who can hear wherever souls go when we die.
Then an idea strikes me, an old legend, a fairy-tale my Mother once told me… About the power of the mating bond, especially to an Alpha… But what about two?
My wolf is still whining, bent over our mat
