Wolf Bond

“How is he?” I ask Wyatt as we take a stroll in the back garden of the packhouse after having dinner.

I wanted Ella to spend some time with Arthur and Julia since they all will be leaving soon. So, when Wyatt asked me to go on a walk with him, I agreed.

Wyatt is a really nice guy, someone whom I consider as a friend. When I came back to the pack, he has sent Jenna with me because he knows she wanted to be with me. He knows Jenna under a blood oath, and her loyalty lies with me, but he has never stopped her from doing her duty.

He is someone whom I truly respect.

“Do you want me to answer you honestly?” He arches an eyebrow.

“Yes.” I nod my head.

“He is fighting for you, Ivory.” He slips his hands in his pockets, as he looks ahead, “He has realized Emma’s truth and that his mind is being manipulated. He remembers you... not the bond or anything else, but he remembered his love for you. And that love is giving him the strength to fight.”

“He truly loves you, Ivory.” He gives me a smile, as a tear slips from my eye.

“I love him, too, Wyatt.” I answer him honestly, drying my eyes with the tip of my fingers, “But they both have claimed each other.” Biting my lip, I try to stop myself from breaking down.

“Ivory, he doesn’t remember claiming her.” He shakes his head, “Maybe he never claimed her, you just felt what they wanted him to feel.”

My eyes meet his as he places his hands on my shoulder.

“He is trying to fight the spell, and he needs our help.” He looks in my eyes, silently pleading, “We need to help him.”

He tells me everything that Donovan has shared with him and Cole. I will be telling lie if I say that I am not feeling happy that he is trying to fight and turn the situation in his favor. Because I am. I am truly happy that he is fighting and trying to get back his life.

I know I have to help him because even though, he is no longer my mate, but my personal feelings are not bigger than the welfare of his pack because being an Alpha his pack depends on him. And also I would be unfair to him if I don't help him. That’s why I will not back down in any way from freeing him from this curse.

“I am trying to find his wolf,” I inform him, “Because half of his strength is gone with the loss of his wolf. He needs his wolf.”

I can’t tell anyone yet that with help of my connection with Wolfie, I am trying to shield Donovon as much as possible against the spell. The connection is barely there, but still, it is helping me to protect Donovon in some way.

They cast a spell on our mate bond, but not on the bond which I share with Wolfie. So even though, my bond with Wolfie has weakened because he is lost somewhere, but it is not completely broken.

One day I was focusing on my bond with Wolfie and warmth overtook my body and I can sense it passing through our bond. The power hummed inside me in the same way when I was protecting Ella and I knew my powers are traveling through the bond reaching Donovon.

But using so much power drains my energy quickly, as I am not fully healed and I am just figuring how to use them. So, I have to limit using my power, until I am fully recovered.

“I need time to recover, both physically and mentally.” I huff out a breath feeling frustrated because I am gaining my strength physically, but that pain that I went through has affected my wolf.

“But I don't think we can waste any time since Donovon has started to fight their spell, it will not be much longer that they will figure it out that their spell is getting weaker. And before they come up with something else we have to do something to stop them. This time we have to be prepared to strike them back.” My jaws clench as suddenly I feel more than ready to face them, “Or even better we are going to strike them first.”

Donovon's POV

Since I have found out that my daughter is no more, my heart is constantly hurting. I can't blame Ivory for hating me, because even I hate myself.

Every time I think about the torment she went through, agonizing pain shakes me to the core.

I press my finger and thumb against my eyes trying to keep my tears lock inside my eyes.

The entire day, my mind was filled with the thoughts of my daughter.

How strange is that the thoughts which are breaking my heart are the thoughts which are protecting my mind?

Not even once I have heard those voices in my head, which always stay in the background and become louder and louder when I attempt to recall my lost memories.

I guess the pain of losing my daughter, has silenced those voices because that pain is nothing in front of the agony in which my soul is burning.

I rub my face tiredly when I hear the sound of the opening of the window. A moment later Cole and Wyatt appear, leaning my head back against the back of the couch I close my eyes.

But a frown appears on my face when my nose catches a new smell stirring my curiosity.

Opening my eyes I look at them, as this smell is coming from them. But when I sniff again only to realize it is coming from Wyatt.

"Why are you sniffing like a dog?" Cole raises his eyebrows then smells his armpit, "I took a shower last week, I am not stinking." He proudly smiles, making me and Wyatt looking at him with disgust.

Wyatt walks away from him making a face and sits on the chair beside the couch. Since we have started hanging out in this old border post, we have brought some furniture and other stuff here.

That smell becomes stronger when he sits beside me, making me look at him questioningly.

"Where were you?" My eyebrows pull together in curiosity, "You smell different... no, not different but there is a hint of a new smell on you."

He looks confused as well, but then from his expression, it looks like a realization has drawn on him.

He looks at me like something is going in his mind, then he looks at Cole.

"Be prepared to knock him out." He nods his head at him, while a frown settles on my face not understanding what he is up to.

Then suddenly he takes out a... plush toy?

"Why do you have a plush toy in your pocket?" I ask while chuckling because he looks ridiculous holding a small soft toy.

But my laugh dies down as the strong scent hits me, not just any scent, but a sweet lemony scent... the scent which belonged to my...

"Ella?" I whisper as I take the toy from his hand.

He grins at me then he looks at a shocked Cole, questioningly.

But instead of him, I answer his unasked question.

"I remember my daughter... Wyatt." Swallowing, I take a deep breath filling my lungs with my innocent smell of her.

"But hasn't she..." I can't even manage to ask my question, afraid the answer will tear me down again.

"Died?" Raising his eyebrows, he completes the question as I hold wolf plushie against my chest.

"Yes..." He nods his head, as pain erupts inside my heart, but his next words almost give me a new life, "But she has been brought back to life, and now she is healthy and a happy baby."

"Well, not happy, but definitely a moody baby..." He corrects himself with a chuckle.

He didn't tell me what has happened and how she is alive, and I don't even care about any of that because all that matters to me is that my daughter is alive and healthy.

However, jealously stirs inside me knowing that he has met my daughter before me, and here I don't even know how she looks.

He turns to me and pats my back, sensing the shift in my mood.

"Don't worry, soon, you will be able to meet your daughter." He smiles, "Because they are coming back."