Page 12 of Come for Me
The white marble floor and silver-coated steel bars of the wolves’ cages are a striking shift from the medieval interior from before.
We are led through the large white hallway with multiple steel doors on each side where the male wolves are. As we walk down the hall, the wordmateechoes through the mindlink of my pack along with threats to destroy if they’re not let out of the cell soon.
I try to listen for Caleb, but too many members are talking through the link. My heart races as I think about what might happen if Caleb finds his mate and my mate finds me. Everything I could lose.
Home. Taya. Jemma. Mom.Me.
The words repeat like a mantra.
Each echoing clip of my heels on the marble floor takes me farther away from them and toward the unknown.
I push away the thought.
Pure sounds of chaos surge. Snarling, growling, howling, and whimpering permeates the room.
Over to my left is the redhead from last night, who is biting on her nails and staring straight ahead, clearly trying to dissociate.
Gasps from other she-wolves emit as wolves thrash against the steel doors. The ethereal shimmer, caused by the witch’s glamour on the castle interior, illuminates the white hallway and dances around our feet on our passage to the royal grounds.
My wolf’s fur threatens to burst through my skin with each step.
The witch stops, looks at us, and says foreign words. Our group of she-wolves sniff around.
“Mate” bursts from the females in our pack. A sudden need to shift and run vibrates within us, likely the witch messing with the elements, enhancing our instinctual urges.
Giving in, I dash into the woods when Caleb mindlinks,“I’m coming for you, mate.”
Chapter Five
Dax
“That’s the last of them, boss,” my beta, Sam, informs me as he drops the last of the vampires.
At his feet lies the corpse, bruised and bloody where he’d slain it.
Bodies of rogues and vampires alike lie in the area surrounding my men. These attacks have become increasingly frequent. Our strength and training are tested as the vampires and rogues become more brazen, pushing closer toward our territory.
What did they want?
I rack my brain for the thousandth time. They kill anyone and everyone who crosses their path. And it’s fucking frustrating.
None of mywarriors are seriously injured, but that isn’t a surprise.Our bodies will fully heal by the time we reach pack grounds, as if the gruesome scene never happened.
Glancing down at the forest floor, I examine the ringed hand beneath my foot.
Iron burns my nose.
I’ll sever the heads and carve out the hearts of every vampire and rogue if it uncovers their intentions.What’s the point of having a Goddess-given power if it doesn’t lead me to answers?Now more than ever, I need the answer.
My men are depending on me to know. Their lives are my responsibility, and I’m failing to maintain the upper hand.
Never in the history of werewolves have rogues teamed up with new vampires, and it doesn’t make sense why they would start now. We’ve dealt with rogues before, but for the most part, they keep to themselves, not wanting trouble.
My men have been training specifically to combat these new attacks—to protect and destroy our enemies at my command with precision and without hesitation. My warriors are trained assassins, instructed to kill without emotion or regard.
The eyes of the rogues who had fought against their own kind were glazed over and lifeless.
No,soulless.
