It clung to his senses, threading through his mind like a curse. Even in the presence of other patients, it remained like a phantom scent haunting him. It had gotten so bad that he'd absentmindedly called his patient by her name.
The more he resisted, the worse it became. The ache clawed at his sanity, the very air thick with her presence.
And what unsettled him the most was the fact that he felt this relentless pull despite still being under the effects of the unbonding pill.
The pill designed to sever the bond between mates. To stop them from spiraling into obsession. To keep them from losing themselves in madness.
Most importantly, to allow Lycans to focus on mastering their powers without their mate becoming a dangerous distraction.
The pill was a necessity because Lycans weren't just wolves. They could shift whenever they wanted, not just under the full moon, nor did they house a separate wolf inside them.
