Azrael's POV
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Bloodoak Academy residential wing, 3:50pm
Last night, after the memorial and before Amunira left... She'd given him a friendly warning.
He'd noticed his dwindling restraint. His hunger. The way Celeste's scent ruled every other sense he had made it hard to concentrate. Hard to think about anything else.
And it unnerved him.
So when he confided in the High One's messenger—she brought up a very interesting theory:
"You're no wolf, Azzy," Amunira pointed out. "However, as confusing as the mate bond is... It might affect you like a male wolf. Perhaps more." Pausing for a second, she asked. "You know what happens when a vampire gets too infatuated or emotionally entangled with a mortal?"
She didn't need to remind him.
"They're unable to control their hunger." He mumbled back to which Amunira snapped her fingers.
