[Margaret's POV]
"What do you mean? Are you saying I can't contact Donald because of this candle?" I looked at Eric, perplexed, rapidly recalling the prior events in my mind.
"No, that's not quite right. I should have been unable to mind-link with Donald because they had forced me to drink that black potion, this candle..." I carefully thought about it before answering, but the more I spoke, the more unsettling it all felt.
Seeing me pause, Eric put down the transparent bag in his hands and continued to explain seriously, "Miss Margaret, you've realized something's off, haven't you? In fact, I had already roughly uncovered the secrets behind it before."
"The black potion you mentioned does not block the connection between mates. I suspect it was used to affect the werewolves' ability to shift. Didn't you mention earlier that you couldn't complete a shift? Actually, what truly blocked your mind-link with His Majesty is the enemy's use of 'Mist'."