𝐌𝐈𝐊𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐋
Of course they didn't.
Because I'd created a perfect storm of impossible circumstances.
"Keep looking," I said. "There has to be something."
"I will but High Alpha—" He hesitated. "You need to prepare for the possibility that there isn't. That you'll have to make a choice soon."
The line went dead.
I stood there, phone still clenched in my hand, staring at nothing.
Three choices, all of them, unacceptable.
Complete the bond: Break the go against the Lykaion Codex's law pertaining to the Luna Duel, hand Kustav ammunition, potentially force myself on her when she doesn't truly want me—only the bond wants me.
Separate: Watch her wither from the incomplete bond while I fight the rut alone, possibly for months, possibly forever.
Do nothing: Lose control completely and take away her choice, her agency, everything—become the monster she already thinks I am.
I had days, maybe a week.
