Xander


    | closed my eyes.


    Even after everything that had happened, | didn’t want to watch my father die.


    | heard the whine of my mother’s wolf, and then my father’s body going limp.


    Then | felt hands on me. Lanie.


    “I''m so sorry, Xander,” she breathed into my neck as she wrapped her arms around me. |id my head against her, focusing on


    her warm, beautiful, familiar smell. | wanted to crawl inside of it and live there forever.


    his blood still on


    But | opened my eyes and pulled back as Lanie let me go, | nced once at my father, at his Mchi’s lips, and | pushed my


    way out of the cabin, needing to know that Xander was okay


    His wolf whipped around at the sound of my paws on the steps, and Braden looked up at me, too. They were dirty and panting


    but seemed to be okay. Mason and Rhiannon were both still lying on the ground, chained up and dazed.


    Thank the f ucking g ods everyone had made it out of this. Well...everyone except my father.


    | looked around while Hunter’s ears perked up, both of us on high alert for any more guards. But the forest looked empty, aside


    from the handful of men and wolves who were lying on the ground, unmoving and covered


    in blood and dirt


    safe”


    Zane and | ran to each other, shifting back to our human forms in mid-air


    “Where are the other guards?” | askedContent ? copyrighted by N?velDrama.Org.


    “Dead. Or ran off,” Zane said, his brow furrowed. “Orion?”


    I let out a long, shaky breath. “Dead,” | said.


    Zane set his hand on my shoulder. “I’m sorry,” he said, and | knew he meant it.


    | shrugged. “Doesn’t matter.” It was easier to say that than to let myself feel anything serious. “Lanie’s


    “Thanks to all of you,” Lanie said behind us.


    Braden, Zane, and | all looked up at her. They breathed out huge sighs of relief.


    “And Ste?” Zane asked.


    “Inside with Gabri.” Lanie smiled ever so slightly. It was a wee sight.


    She walked over to us and handed us each a towel. We slung them around our waists, even though | wished | could’ve just


    scooped Lanie up and taken her straight to the bedroom.


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    hands out and the chains holding him snapped like they were made of string.


    His eyes flew open, and they were glowing an otherworldly gold.


    He let out a great snarl and snapped the chains around his ankles.


    And then he lunged.