Lost in the Night

[Slate]

For a few, shining moments I was free of the spell that Ashlynd forced upon me, keeping me from my mate. And for a brief moment, between taking one breath and the next, as the spell was pulled out of my veins I could feel her again. I could feel all of them.

My pack.

My son.

My mate.

And the very small speck of life that will grow into my daughter, Goddess willing.

If I can feel them, all of them, that means my ties to them are not broken, or at least not completely, including my bond to my mate. As weak and tattered as it is, so frail and fragile only a spiderweb's thickness remains.

A bond, no matter how weak, can be mended. With that small thread left to tether it, we just need time and love to heal and be connected as we were before.

I want to tell her this, to let her know what I feel, but as I struggle to speak, the curse falls into me, digging its claws even deeper.

"We're out of time," Sage grunts as he tries to keep my mind clear. "We need to go! Now!"

"RUN!" I gro