Chapter 50 - Rash decision

Alastor POV

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Alastor jerked awake, his hand flying to his mark. Searing pain built under his skin, fiery and cutting. He was on his feet in moments, racing out of the tent without bothering to stop for clothes. He slammed into a hard body and reflexively grabbed it.

“Mina.” It was all he could say.

Roman nodded, his eyes blown, wild. They darted to the mountain, his lips curling into a snarl.

As one, they both moved.

Desperation fuelled them. Mina's fear raking hot and heavy across his chest. It was all he could think about, all he could focus on. He had to save her. They left the makeshift camp behind without a word and charged forward, their only goal to get to their mate. Alastor shifted mid step, his four paws launching him forward. Roman followed his lead, their fur brushing with each step, a small comfort that didn't stand a chance against the panic gripping him.

Without a plan, without back up, they bolted to the base of the mountain and didn’t stop there. They took the pat