CHAPTER 109 THE BOND

Dominic It started with a subtle, creeping sensation in my mind. An inexplicable tension gnawed at my consciousness's edges, whispering that something was off. The familiar comfort of my home felt foreign tonight; the shadows were more profound, and the silence was heavier. I couldn't pinpoint the source, but I knew—Minerva was in danger. I sat at the edge of my bed, dimly lit by the moonlight filtering through the window. The walls, usually a sanctuary of calm, now felt like they were closing in. My fingers hovered over my phone, the screen glowing faintly. I redialed Minerva's number, the sound of her voicemail greeting deepening the pit in my stomach. "Come on, Minerva. Pick up," I muttered, the anxiety sharpening my voice. The call went unanswered, just like the previous ones. I tried to calm myself, taking deep breaths, but the unease wouldn't dissipate. Unlike the bond between two werewolves, our bond is different, a profound connection that transcends ordinary relationsh