ADDISON
For a moment, all she felt was shock.
The mating bond? Here? Now? In her childhood treehouse?
She had been told about the mating bond when she was just a young girl. It was the piece of being a shifter that she was allowed to take part in. A shifter and their partner would have s*x, and at the moment of climax, the shifter would bite their partner. The mark from the bite was permanent, and more than that, it would leave a scent that any other shifter would smell and recognize.
But that wasn’t Addison’s favorite part. What had thrilled her was that the bite left a piece of the shifter with the partner. Using the mark, someone who was mate bonded with a shifter could communicate thoughts to them across a distance, and the shifter could send their own thoughts back. Some people ev
