.. did you say 'Holly'?"Hilda replied, "Bridgewater's daughter ... youngest." I met her! That's the young blonde that helped us escape and got us to V...ctor's. She's Victor's granddaughter."Hannigan nodded. "Gotta wonder where her loyalties are right now. She was deep into Victor's shit game, seriously hope we don't run into her or Anna. Those two are dangerous. Don't let that blonde hair fool you, they're sharp and they'll kill you faster than you can spit." She saved my family ... beyond that. The d?cor was just more cream paint, no windows and a picture of a man in ceremonial robes on the wall opposite the door. There was a table with two plastic chairs to one side. The woman pointed to one of the chairs, ‘There.’ Mandy obeyed, trying to control her growing fear and stop her legs from trembling. Her backpack was dumped onto the table and the woman started to take things out. Mandy went red again when the woman found her spare thong and stretched it across her hand so she could see. He would always be attractive to other women.But he was hers, now.She smiled as she thought of his last comment before he had lost consciousness.Bonded and Bred.This was a formal pledge between two of their kind. A promise to one another, that they would always be as one; that there would be no others for either of them. A promise to their packs that there joining would produce the next generation of their kind.She smiled softly, as the tiredness finally overwhelmed her and her eyes became. "No... I guess not..."Don was sitting in the living room sipping a Scotch when Janice arrived with her normal Thursday night armload of parcels. He flashed her a grin as she set them down and peeled off her coat; then he got up and crossed over to the small bar to fix her a drink.He handed it to her as she walked across the room, and she smiled."Thanks, I could use it; the traffic is hell these days. How'd the meeting go?"Don grinned broadly."Great! You remember Ian and Jenny Westover? We met.