We were still in bed when the bond between us began to rebuild. It was as if some invisible force was weaving the broken golden thread, reconnecting our hearts. Hours passed, and as time stretched on, other facets of our connection began to emerge. I could hear his thoughts clearly, and he could hear mine. The first few moments were awkward—an intimate embarrassment washed over me as I adjusted to hearing his voice in my mind. It wasn’t new to Stefano, but it was an entirely new experience for me.

He explained that normally, only the Alpha of a pack could block the mind link, but since I was of...