chapter 163

Archer

she replies, her voice sounding dazed and distant. “I can feel you, but something’s keeping me from pulling you in.”

I close my eyes and focus on the phantom sensation of her consciousness in mine. I give myself over to the feeling and let her wrap around me. It’s easy to give in to it. It’s all I ever want—to be as close to my mate as possible.

“Pull again,” I tell her, hanging on tightly to her essence.

Suddenly, the world around me dips and sways. I’m no longer aware of my body or of Sable’s warmth pressed against me. There’s only darkness and the distinct sensation that I’m flying with a cold wind rushing past my ears.

Then I land on my feet in a familiar place.

The mating cabin.

When our wolves each declared Sable their mate at a North Pack meeting, the Elders suggested we all travel to the remote cabin used for mating rituals and give her wolf time to choose between us. Those early days feel like a dream now. So much has happened since then. The five of us have lived ent