43. Living a Nightmare

I should have been wary of the good things coming my way because, with my rotten luck, I have never been able to hold happiness back. Ever since I have met Astrid, my good luck has been eclipsed, not that I blame her. I just blame society. One moment I had been asleep in my mate’s arms and the next I found myself alone.

Still disoriented, I struggle to sit up. I feel frantic when I find the bedroom door closed.

‘Astrid…what’s wrong?’

‘Mate is protecting us,’ she whispers, but she sounds scared.

With a rabbeting heartbeat as I call out for Isaac, but he doesn’t answer. The screams echo again, piercing the silence of the night. I manage to stand up, but before I am halfway across the room the door opens. Isaac appears in front of me. He is heaving, and bloody and has taken his half-bestial form. His golden and silver eyes tell me that both his wolves are equally in control. He is in his Enigma form.

“Isaac…” I whisper, my heart lodged in my throat, too scared to raise my voice.