Chapter 215: The Weight of Bonds

"Does this mean that every male of our kind has a lifemate? Does that imply that they all have a chance to see color again?" Prest inquired, his voice now tinged with a sense of hope that was steadily replacing his initial hostility toward Jacob. The realization that there might be more to existence than mere survival was a spark that ignited a flicker of optimism within him. For a long time, Prest had believed that he was doomed to endure this bleak existence indefinitely, or until the moment he chose to relinquish his soul to the dawn. The alternative—the harrowing eternity of a vampire—was an option he would never willingly accept. He knew Zande would never let him reach such a despairing conclusion, not with the gift of her magical voice and spirit. "Yes, hopefully," Jacob responded, a smile breaking across his face. The notion of being a bearer of hope to another being of his kind filled him with an unexpected sense of purpose. Why wouldn’t he embrace it? Zande was integral to t