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For future reference, mental communication between wolves will be in
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Now, she was the hunted.
Airami barely registered the large male barreling towards her. Luckily, her body reacted and leapt out of the way before she could be tackled to the ground.
His strong scent intoxicated her and her senses were in a frenzy. Her nose was blocked and all she could smell on was him. All she could think of was him. There was only one wolf capable of affecting her this way.
Her mate grunted at her dodge and turned to face her. He growled softly at her, beginning to circle the brown wolf with determination. His emerald eyes bore into her; he stalked her like prey.
Airami readied herself for a physical attack, but she wasn't prepared for a mental invasion. Another consciousness, an unwelcome one, pushed its way in and disorientated her. A silent explosion of pain bloomed inside her head, whiting out her vision and paralysing her limbs. Never had she felt anything this intense. Her ears fell flat against her head as another squeezed through the walls surrounding her mind.
It had been centuries since her last mental link was created. The pack bond was ever expanding. When a new wolf was added to their pack, their consciousness merely appeared in the pool with the rest. She couldn't recall any of them being this traumatic. Her head was throbbing, pressure in her skull was building up. Her stomach was doing flips and tying itself in knots; she was doing her best to keep last night's dinner where it belonged.
'Stop resisting and ... me try ... make easier ..."
His voice came inside her head, but his words began to fade in and out and become muffled. It was like a radio station. He was broadcasting a frequency to hers that was close, but not quite right and resulted in static.
Rage built up inside of her. She ran through her territory to be alone, relax, and forget about her problems. But here he was. He was the problem! And he was committing the most heinous invasion of privacy she had ever experienced.
Fine. He wanted her to stop resisting?
'Be careful what you wish for,'
she warned with a menacing whisper, directed to her unwelcome guest.
The brown wolf snarled as she suddenly dropped down every mental barrier that protected her consciousness. Centuries' worth of guards and walls flew down in an instant. She swatted his mental prodding aside as if they were mere cobwebs.
She was so frustrated, no longer fighting it. She thrust everything she had at him. All of her angst, confusion, anger, and everything else she could muster. Her entire being was shoved to him at a rate he couldn't easily absorb. Now, this was a mental attack.
Crawford certainly wasn't expecting her to, not only stop resisting, but to mentally launch at him. Suddenly overwhelmed, the bigger wolf fell flat on his ass. His ears flattened back, and he whined while squeezing his eyes shut.
She made sure he felt everything. The angst, malaise, anxiety, and aggression towards their mating were hurled in a whirlwind of emotions.
As quickly as she had let the walls down, Airami reinforced them. She barricaded her mind, reeling her thoughts and emotions back behind her impenetrable mental barriers.
In all her years, she never heard of a mate bond forming without a male's bite during climax. Then again, it was unheard for a wolf to resist their mate.
It was there. In the corner of her mind, there was a faint mental bridge leading to the recovering blonde wolf. Fibers of a permanent bond had attached their souls together, connecting them for life.
With a snarl, she backed away from him and blocked off her side of the bond. She slammed the door and locked it with as many chains and deadbolts she could muster. It may have been built, but there was no way he was allowed to cross over.
'There's your link. I'll let you know when we're going to be using it,'
Airami disdainfully informed him.
Her mate recovered, shaking his head to clear the headache Airami had definitely given him. She couldn't help but notice the blonde locks of fur nearly gleaming in the light of the setting sun.
She growled, scolding herself for getting foolishly distracted. The brown wolf widened her stance, preparing for self-defense if he decided to charge her again.
What she didn't expect was for him to shift. Colton Crawford sat on the forest floor in his human form. His head hung towards the ground and his hair fell forward to shield his eyes.
Her ears fell back when he looked at her. The look in his eyes was enough for a flood of guilt to wash over her. Those emerald green orbs looked absolutely defeated.
She hadn't meant to hurt him personally. She just...didn't want him. All she wanted was to be left alone.
"You hate this," he breathed out. "I thought you were playing hard to get. You truly don't want this..."
He trailed off, his head tilted to the side as he observed her lupine form. His defeated gaze changed; he looked at her with sympathy.
Airami snarled at him, raising her lips to bare her fangs aggressively. She wasn't a pity case!
The man didn't even flinch, though.
"I don't understand why you agreed. You claimed me in front of everyone. You vowed to be mated. You, of all weres, know the punishment for lying."
Airami huffed when he looked at her expectantly. She felt like there was no way to avoid this conversation. Even if she left now, she'd be seeing him again. She was trapped.
She reluctantly shifted. Her paws and tail vanished, and she stood on two legs. Crossing her arms over her chest, she shielded her bare breasts.
"I had no choice."
"There's always a choice," he quickly argued, looking up at her with furrowed eyebrows.
Airami impatiently groaned. There was no way she could express the complexity of how The Council functioned. It wasn't a simple matter of etiquette and protocol. Every word, every gesture was measured and evaluated for weakness. It was a game of power they played and so far, Airami always had a winning hand.
"I can explain later. Not now. Someone may hear us; they have ears everywhere."