Chase

Chase

I left my room, feeling disgusted and angry with myself, needing to find Lyse. I could feel her fear through the bond.

‘Ryker’, I linked

‘Yeah.’, he answered.

‘Don’t kill her. Put her in a silver and wolfsbane lined cell. Then find me. I’m headed to the fields. I have a feeling she’s there. I’ll deal with that bitch when I get back.’, I said.

‘On it. I already got some information for you.’, he said.

‘Find the Luna, Chase.’

I shifted midair at the edge of the forest, the need to find my mate paramount. I was feeling all sorts of things through the link. Her anger, jealousy, fear. Havoc ran faster, scenting her in the flower fields. Right as I crossed into them, I felt overwhelming love through the bond, and sadness.

I looked across the field and saw her underneath sulfur and death himself, the stench almost overpowering. He was licking her marking spot, preparing her for his mark.

Fuck that.

Havoc sprang through the air, knocking him away from her, teeth ripping into the scruff