at them, couldn’t take the look of pity in their
eyes. “Ash…” Dan began.
Ash shot to his feet. “I’m going out for a run,” he said.
Before they could try to stop him, Ash rushed out into the kitchen
and out the back door. The Rivers’ home was located a short distance
away from the edge of the town, and it didn’t take long for him to
reach the forest.
The warm rays of the sun filtering through the vegetation didn’t
reach him. He pictured the horrible images Dan painted. He didn’t
know what exactly happened after Linden’s transformation, but he
didn’t have to be a genius to guess. Caesar must have been forced to
kill their mate. Did he blame Dan for the mistakes of his past life?
Yes, he did.
He shifted into his wolf form and began to run. Unleashing the
beast within him always served to purge his frustrations. This time,
however, it didn’t work. The primal part inside begged to be back
with its mates, to nuzzle at Dan and Linden’s side, to claim them
both. Even as his senses detected the scent of rabbit, he ached for
more delicious prey.
The feel of another wolf approaching suddenly came to him. His
instinct recognized the other animal, and Ash could no longer control
himself. He veered back, his paws carrying him the way he’d come.
He sensed Dan’s apprehension, but even with that, Dan didn’t stop his
chase. They met in a small grove and circled around each other,
tentatively approaching. Dan looked almost afraid, and yet he padded
forward until he reached Ash’s side. Their snouts touched briefly,
almost shyly, until at last Dan bared his neck to Ash in a gesture of
submission.
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They shifted back in their human form at the same time. “If you
ask it of me, I will leave you and Linden be,” Dan said. “I don’t
deserve either of you.”
Fear and anger coursed through Ash. “I would never expect or
want such a thing. Does our bond mean so little to you that you’d cast
it away like this?”
Dan shook his head. “I just want you to be happy. And you’re not
happy. Neither is Linden.” Dan sighed and looked away. “It seems
like the only one who gained something from our meeting is me, who
least deserved it.”
The heavy guilt Dan emanated settled over Ash, and in that
moment, Ash hated himself for being so unfeeling. He should have
been there for his mates, not fled like a coward. He should have
helped them through their dark memories instead of being jealous of
their shared past. A true mate would help his other half surpass the
festering wound of self- hatred, not twist the knife further.
Ash pulled his mate close until their naked bodies came into
contact. “Don’t say that,” he whispered. “We’ll learn to be happy
together. Things are difficult now, yes, but we’ll get used to it in
time.”
Dan seemed doubtful. “But how can you ever forgive me for what
I did?”
Ash hesitated. He recalled his own feelings at meeting Linden, the
intense desire to touch, claim, and possess. From what he gathered,
Dan—in his previous life as Caesar—had been with Linden quite a
while before disaster struck. Could Ash have kept himself in check?
He doubted it. Could he blame Dan for wanting to be with Linden
forever? Definitely not.
They needed to get this out in the open, expose it before the
wound became infected and damaged them all beyond repair. “What
happened?”
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“Linden fell deeper and deeper into the madness with each
passing day,” Dan said. “I killed him. I asked Valerius to burn down
our home with us inside.”
For a few moments, Ash didn’t move and didn’t speak. He
struggled to breathe, the pain that coursed to him at those words so
intense it paralyzed him. They sat there, kneeling, staring at each
other, sharing memories that refused to be forgotten.
“Ash?” Dan ventured at last. “Are you all right?”
Ash nodded and struggled to make sense