Seraphine's wrist emitted a red light to Voren's wrist, a crimson thread that pulsed with warmth and connection, burning bright against the darkness of the night.
But several other red lights emitted from her wrist, connecting to six more. Ravyn, Jasper, Oren, Dante, Flex, and Cage. The threads stretched across the pack ground like the strings of some cosmic puppet master, each one glowing with equal intensity, each one pulling at her soul with greedy fingers.
It seemed to everyone that Seven was really a special number for her. Voren's situation was worse.
Aside from his bond with Seraphine, which seemed to be the strongest, several red lights emitted from his wrist to twenty other she-wolves.
The threads multiplied, spreading outward like a spider's web, each one connecting to a different woman. Athaliah, Tallulah, Daisy, Joyce, Mayo, Luna Isa, and many others Voren did not even know by name, meaning they were from other packs.
