"It hasn't been proven that humans could feel the bond as wolves do. They lost their minds before anyone could make notice of it." Dorian hummed low in his throat as he scoured through the fragile pages of the histories of human mates. The faint crackle of old paper filled the quiet room as he turned another page carefully, mindful of how worn the book already was. He was in Theon's study, surrounded by towering shelves and stacks of texts that had been pulled down and left open in search of something useful, something different from what had already been read.
There were very few recorded cases. Less than a dozen over the centuries, scattered mentions hidden between unrelated entries, and even those that were recorded never completed the mating bond. They always ended the same way. They lost their minds, unraveled in ways no one could properly explain, or took their own lives before anything could be understood or studied further.
