Three weeks later
The power Adam required from me to heal him seemed to be increasing daily. He was addicted, but as long as I willingly gave it to him, he was friendly.
I felt like a caged bird with her wings clipped. I spent most of my time locked in the bedroom, and when allowed to roam, I could not go far. I slept for long hours to regain my strength and power. I had to make sure I was keeping the pups safe, and I was allowing Stormy the power to break free.
Caius remained in the dungeon, and the daily visits were becoming more of a painful reminder rather than a gift. I remained optimistic, although Caius was the opposite. I tried to hide the toll Adam was taking on me, but my mate could see the truth, and I knew it was destroying him.
Adam was the first to mark Stormy in her pa
