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Marco and Cane trade powerful blows with astounding strength and agility. As I crawl toward Soyer and help him stand, it's an all-out war. My men rush in to grab his mate and Osiris. When Marco is kicked, his body flies past me and into the concrete wall, cracking it under the force. I gasp, waiting for him to fall, but Marco lands on his feet. He growls, his eyes blazing as he runs at Cane, both clashing violently, and Soyer and I just get out of the way. We turn back to witness a violent display.
Despite Cane’s agility and strigoi reflexes, Marco is just as quick, but he knows how to use his speed and strength to his advantage and soon has his arm is locked around Cane’s neck. Blood splatters across the tunnel as Marco tightens his grip and his legs lock around Cane’s waist.
Marco gets one hand free and pulls down on Cane’s jaw. The sickening tearing sound is grotesque when Marco sinks his claws through the bottom of Cane’s mouth and then twists sharply, ripping his bottom jaw off. Cane screams and thrashes, bucking in his hold, while Marco grits his teeth, twisting Cane’s head before ripping it off and spraying me and Soyer in blood. He then collapses on his back, breathing heavily, while my vision turns funny. The bond suddenly falls silent.
Marco rolls Cane’s body off him and sits up, pointing at two pack members. “Burn it, barbecue. Just don’t eat it,” he says, rising and clutching his knees. He looks over at me.
“I thought the fucker had me for a second,” Marco breathes when one of the warriors comes running toward us. Osiris stumbles over to me when some pack members take Soyer’s wife, and he grabs Soyer’s other arm.
“Still think I’m strigoi?” I chuckle before coughing. Blood sprays across my hand, and I wipe my mouth, shaking the searing pain the cough causes off. We are making our way back when I hear Marco’s voice.
“What is it?” Marco demands, looking at one of Osiris’ men, who is staring at the only unbroken screen on the wall. Marco gets up, and I can tell he just fed Soyer’s mate some of his blood, his fingers dripping off it as he rises to his feet. We stop, and Marco taps the TV screen. “Where is this place?” he demands. My brows furrow, and Osiris tilts his head before I look at him.
“I’ll check,” he mumbles, and I continue half-dragging Soyer when I hear Osiris speak.
“Dad?” I stop, turning slightly, wondering if I heard right, when one of my pack members starts screaming out. “Alpha! Alpha!” I see it’s Slater when he barges through—a bewildered look on his face.
“It’s Elena…” His words sent my blood cold, and I let Soyer go, shoving him at Thomas, who catches him before chasing after Slater. A little further down the tunnel—My heart nearly stops when I spot her face down on the concrete. I quickly roll her over, tapping her face. I get no response when I notice the screwdriver stabbed in her chest.
“No, no, no!” I panic. Her face is pale as a ghost.
“Get help!” I scream, lifting her up gently, barely noticing the warm liquid that trickles through her shirt onto my hands.
I run with her in my arms, tears streaming down my face as I mentally beg for her to hold on. Suddenly, the bond weakens, and so do my legs as they give out from under me. Khan howls in my head as I clutch her, tears trekking down my face as I feel her slipping away from me, the bond fracturing, splintering like shards of glass cutting through my soul, fading away with her.
“Where is he? Where did he run off with her?” I hear Marco’s voice boom in the tunnel. My mind blanks when suddenly she is ripped out of my arms. Marco yanks the screwdriver out, and I lunge at him.
“What are you doing?” I yell at him, pressing my hands down on her wound, trying to stem the bleeding, when I notice she has stopped breathing, her heart beating so faint, pausing and sputtering between beats.
“Choose… either she lives or dies,” Marco tells me, and I stare at him, confused.
“Choose, Axton!” Marco yells at me, snapping me out of my head.
“Save her,” I beg.
“I can’t promise what she’ll come back as. My blood could heal her or change her,” he tells me. She would hate me if she comes back a vampire, but I can live with her hating me if it means she lives.
“I just got my family back. I am not about to lose them all over again,” I tell him. Marco nods, biting his wrist and holding it over her mouth when suddenly her heart stops.
“Fuck! No, you need to ingest, Elena! You can’t stop now!” Marco screams at her.
Chapter Eighty-Three
Axton
“How is she?” Marco asks, jolting me from my thoughts as I stare at Elena in the hospital bed. A breathing tube is down her throat, her skin is deathly pale. Marco's blood barely kept her alive long enough to get her to the hospital. Doctors have been trying to figure out why she hasn't woken up and isn't healing entirely. Leaning back in the stiff blue chair, I peer up at Marco and shake my head.
“No change, it's been hours, and she still can't breathe on her own. Her lung has healed, no punctures, and the bleeding around her heart stopped. They said she'd be dead if you hadn't given her your blood. The screwdriver was the only thing stopping her from bleeding out before we got to her,” I tell him.
“Lab results haven't returned yet?” Marco asks, and I sigh, shaking my head.
“No, they said a couple of hours.” Marco taps my shoulder and nods toward the door. “Come on then. There's no point sitting here. Besides, we are about to raid Cane's pack. Maybe you can get Soyer to join us?” he hasn't left Amy since they got here either.
“I'm not leaving her.”
“She won't be alone,” Michelle says, making me lean back to peer around Marco. She has the boys in a stroller. Eli battered and bruised beside her, but he is otherwise okay. Luke steps into the room, his eyes widening when he sees his sister before rushing toward her. Jumping to my feet, I grab him before he reaches her, locking my arms around his shoulders.
“She's okay. She's alive,” I whisper, kissing his temple. He nods his head slowly, his eyes locked on his sister.
