Denied by Destiny: Trapped in the Shadows of the Mate Bond

- Cleo -

We were back at the Amber Desert pack now. Callie and Colt had both returned with us as we try to help Callie navigate around her missing mate.

Both Jace and I were non stop searching for clues on where Gwen could be, but except for sharing amongst the alliance packs a few pictures on Callie's phone... we didn't have a lot to go on.

It was like trying to find a needle in a haystack.

Each day that passes we are at risk of losing Callie that little bit more.

She was spiralling, the guilt eating away at her. All this time she had left the Spear Thistle pack to give her mate a chance at a life without her, only to find out that her mate has been missing all this time.

Having been forced to reject her, she can't even feel the bond...she doesn't even know if she is alive.

I can see the guilt on her face, the pain eroding at her from the inside.

We needed leads and fast.

On top of this, Jace when not performing alpha duties, was also helping Jaxon in trying to find information on his mate.

Trying to find any information on the band of rogues that had been based in the mountains but had moved.

Was Medea with them, was his mate still part of that group...was she safe.

parents to the Dark

case of returning to the woods but

any of the pack

agreeing to the compromise set out by Josie. Where she would take on her

needed it, and for what Astraia needs, it was the

attend meals in the alpha house when she

if Astraia was found on Dark Phantom pack lands... it will put the pack at risk of an

back to the Red Thorn pack leaving

to their new titles as Alphas of

in the air for the time being. The future

ugal.

chaos of our daily lives, of helping Colt settle into pack life and keeping Callie feeling positive, which was a difficult task... Jace and I were able to take a break today, take some

the two of

nervously waiting in the doctor's office in the hospital. The pack members had so far been good on their word in giving us a

show now; older females stopping me in the day to bless the child I am carrying, to ask permission to place their hands upon my

but I am used to it now, they are just wanting to touch

they are

anxiety of a safe delivery was

expected.