(HAELORIAN'S POV)
'I warned you,' Vaelion's voice thundered through my mind, each word hitting me like multiple painful blow. 'I told you there would be concequences if you went through with this reckless ritual. And you ignored me!'
I tried to respond, tried to plead for understanding, but my voice was trapped in my throat. All I could do was listen as Vaelion's wrath poured over me like molten fire.
'You were not meant to have a mate, Haelorian. You were never meant to be tied down by the Mate bond. You were meant to be a shield—a protector. You were meant to stand between the sun children and the darkness that hunts them. That is your purpose. That is your sole reason for existing.'
The images of Liam and Mason's convulsing forms flashed before my eyes, and I felt fresh anguish tear through me.
