The Bonded: The Allseer Trilogy Book I Read Online Free PDF

see the giant wraith wood up ahead, towering over the circle of homes made for the Bonded. As they drew closer, he felt a strange sensation, an excess of power floating around them, crackling like the air before lightning strikes. Fenir glanced at him, tilting his head questioningly.
    ‘You feel that,’ he asked, forming the question with his mind and sending it out to Tomias.
    Tomias nodded. “I do,” he said aloud. “I don't like it. Something is wrong.”
    It was odd. The sensation was emanating from the home recently occupied by the Bonded they'd performed the ritual on the night before. Rumor had it Herzin had been tasked with teaching them. She should have been there now.
    They increased their pace, stepping quickly towards the house. Fenir took the steps in a single stride with Tomias on his heels. The power was thick in the air, making his hair stand on end. His brother pushed the door open and nearly knocked over a brown haired boy he recognized from the ritual. What had his name been again?
    It didn't matter. The smell of blood hit his senses and he instantly switched to the defensive. Fenir threw out a hand, catching the boy by the front of his robe and pulled him close. He looked terrified, his eyes squeezing shut as if he expected to be struck. He stammered out an explanation, words slipping out without control.
    “I-I don't know what happened. They were arguing and Kirheen tried to leave and then...I don't know, something happened!  Please, I didn't do it! I didn't do anything! I was trying to find help.”
    “Woah, slow down there! We're not blaming you yet. Fenir, let the poor boy go before he dies of fright!”
    His twin grunted but released his grip. Tomias peered around them, taking in the scene. An ashen haired girl lay on the ground behind Garild's feet, blood splattered on the floor around her head. In the back an older woman, undoubtedly Herzin, lay in a similar state. He muttered a curse under his breath.
    “You'll have to forgive my brother, he's far more suspicious than I. For looking so much alike you'd think we'd not differ so much in personality. And do forgive him, please, for he has not the tongue to ask for it himself. Quite a shame too, considering his ability to frighten children.”
    ‘Oh, will you shut up,’ Fenir commanded angrily.
    On a good day, Tomias found it hard to still his own tongue. Today was not a good day and with stress came an endless stream of words. He sometimes wondered if his brother hadn’t chosen to be mute simply because he spoke enough for them both. “Ah, right. We have a situation to attend to. I’m Tomias. This silent, brooding companion of mine is my bond mate, Fenir. A pleasure! Now if you would kindly step aside, I must attend to this current crisis.”
    And what a crisis it was. Tomias was beginning to stitch it together. Someone had gotten out of hand and he had a sneaking suspicion of who that was. Fenir stepped to the side, pulling Garild with him so he'd have enough room to work. He knelt down next to the girl and rolled her over, wincing as he noticed the blood across her face, a result of a sudden bloody nose. He gently pried open an eyelid and looked closely. Her pupil was huge, dilated well beyond what they should have been. “Hmm, she's suffered quite a bit of trauma. All mental of course but she’s having a physical reaction to it.”
    Garild looked terribly concerned. “What is that supposed to mean? Can't you help her?”
    Tomias ignored him. “Oh, Herzin, you cruel old bat. Seems you bit off a bit more than you could chew this time, didn't you? Serves you right, using this much power against her.”
    “Wait! What do you mean? What did she do?”
    “Hush. I’ve got to retrieve her. Unless you’d rather me not and then you can blame yourself when she doesn’t wake up.” He bent over the girl and focused his powers, forcing them out towards her. He gently prodded his way into her mind, slipping through the cracked surface of her