KIERAN BLACKWOOD
The living room is shrouded in shadows, lit only by the faint and flickering glow of the fireplace.
I am sitting on the sofa, trying to sink into the soft leather as if it could ease the storm raging in my mind.
The third glass of whiskey rests in my hand, still half-full.
I’ve never liked drinking. Even with the alcohol resistance my Lycan nature gives me, I’ve always avoided it.
But now, it feels like the only thing that can, if only for a few minutes, drown out the words that keep echoing in my head.
The books.
The damned pages filled with secrets that should have remained buried.
Why, Maya? Why did you do this?
I close my eyes and let out a long sigh.
Every muscle in my body is tense, as if on the verge of breaking.
Soul bonding is not a new concept to me, b
