The past is a freezing river; no matter how far you run, the moment it finds its bed, it drowns you in its deepest currents.
The memories leaking into my room from that ancient, aching mate-bond I shared with Varg's mind weren't just comprised of Violet's words. As I lay in my bed and closed my eyes, the fluffy towel around my head and the blackhead pore strip on my nose held absolutely no power over the vision. The furnace where the corrupted souls I had absorbed burned became a gateway this time, opening a portal into the dark, carefree, yet brutal childhood of the Black Sun pack.
My mind was dragged backward, completely independent of my will, into a freezing, stone-walled winter from over twenty years ago.
