After a momentâs pause, Zoe inquired, âCaleb, can you still sense the mind link between you and Debra?â
Her question jogged my memory of the bond shared between mates.
Why couldnât I recall this detail?
Or perhaps, deep down, I no Longer held it in such significanceâ¦
With conflicting emotions swirling within me, I murmured, âLet me try.
â
Closing my eyes, I attempted to establish contact with Debra through our mind link, only to discover its absence.
How could this be?
During our battles, the link remained intact.
A heavy feeling settled in my chest.
After a prolonged silence, I opened my eyes.
âI canât sense it.
The mind link between Debra and me has been severed.
â
A solemn hush enveloped the room.
As werewolves, the significance of the severed mind link wasnât lost on us.
Its absence signaled a grim reality: Debraâs odds of survival plummeted accordingly.
Perhaps she was already dead.
âs BunnyBookery
Calebâs POV:
The atmosphere grew oppressively heavy.
Words eluded me, leaving me to stare blankly at the ceiling, lost in a tumult of emotions.
It baffled me how, despite my mateâs disappearance, I felt neither heartbroken nor sad.
It was as if those feelings had been stripped away, leaving only a numb void.
âDonât dwell too much, Caleb.
â
My friends, mistaking my stunned silence for overwhelming grief over Debraâs vanishing.
They gathered around to offer their condolences.
âUntil we find her body, we canât assume the worst.
Youâve got to pull yourself together and look after the kids.
The world isnât that vast, and if Debraâs out there, weâll find her.
â
I could only nod in response, feeling mentally and physically drained, aching everywhere.
I longed to be left alone, craving nothing but rest.
Their well-meaning words felt like a relentless barrage, nagging in my ears.
Thankfully, they recognized the weariness etched on my face and fell silent, stepping back.
Seizing the lull in conversation, Harlan, who had remained silent until then, stepped forward.
âCaleb, whatâs the plan withDanielle?â