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Another unfortunate revelation has come to light. Subject One is not able to establish a conventional pack bond. My hypothesis suggests that she can only form a princess bond or dark bond. This, combined with her inability to scent match at all, and her gold pack status, leave Subject One immensely vulnerable in society.
I froze, almost dropping the paper as I read those words.
No.
Unable to form a conventional pack bond?
I blinked, swallowed by terror that was rising in my throat, everything about Shatter’s determination to reach her mates in the face of everything, suddenly making perfect sense.
There were three types of bonds: regular bonds, princess bonds, and dark bonds.
A princess bond could only be offered by mates. If we couldn’t offer her one, that meant…All we’d be able to give her was a dark bond?
I read and re-read the words, not processing them, scanning the rest of the page as if it might undo the truth before me… The rest was jumbled and irrelevant in comparison.
…Barring the day of the incident itself, Subject One’s symptoms pose a danger primarily to herself and not others… I request that she continues to reside under my care for life, advocating against her transfer to the Institute.
No.
Fuck.
This couldn’t be right.My hands were shaking.
That was it?
Nothing else? Nothing undoing the truth that I’d just read.
“Shatter…”
I got to my feet, the world spinning.
Everythingmade sense. Her panic when I’d claimed her. Her desperation to paint her mates as saviours, no matter what… She thought they were her only chance.
And was she right? Now I knew all our pack could ever offer her was a dark bond?
I would fix this. Ihadto fix this.
I got to my feet, making for my door. I had to tell Decebal I needed the thumb drive. We were careful about it, keeping the data offline.
The information on it—the vile truth of what had happened to us—didn’t just incriminate the Lincoln pack; if anyone realised Umbra and I were in those records, it could get us a one-way ticket to an Institute cage—that’s if we weren’t killed on sight.
But Shatter wasn’t holding out on us because she didn’t want us. She was afraid of a dark bond. If I showed her what was on it, then I could show her these transcripts, too. She’d know why we had them.
I had hoped the Lincoln pack would incriminate themselves beyond doubt from the apartment bug alone, but they hadn’t yet. Not enough to outweigh the suspicion she would have when she discovered we were bugging their rooms.
But if I showed her everything… all of it, even the parts that put us at risk…?
That had to be enough.
I reached for my phone, only to realise there was another text from
Decebal, along with a missed call.
Decebal: These were from today. Just got them. Urgent.
I read through the data, stomach sinking.
Gareth: What do you think about the Kingsman pack? They’ve been out all week. Heat?
