REED'S POV

On our way to the industrial complex, I continued touching my chest where the mate bond was throbbing.

Lilith was still alive—I could feel her, through our rapport, could feel her fear and pain and desperation. But the connection was weak and dull, as though something was getting between it.

Most likely, drugs or witch magic. Father would want to keep her submissive, controllable so she couldn’t exercise her newly awakened power to get away.

The idea made my wolf snarl.

The ...