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Something has hit me. A dart, maybe? An arrow?
There’s some kind of poison on the end that’s causing my vision to go blurry.
I shift back to my human form without my permission, hating that I’m naked in front of my attacker. The cold winter air rustles over me, pebbling my nipples.
The sharp twigs dig into my back, causing more pain than the burning that’s currently spreading through my veins.
The scent of lion overwhelms me, but underneath his animal is a smell even more delicious. Graphite and darkness.
I didn’t even realise darkness was a tangible smell, but, on this man, it is.
There’s a hint of fresh blood, too, but I’m not sure if that’s coming from me or him.
My eyes are completely blurry at this point, but I can see the outline of him. I feel a large hand running down my cheek, the action soothing my wolf despite knowing he’s the one who did this to me.
“I’m sorry about this, little darkling,” a familiar voice murmurs, which is weird since I know for a fact I’ve never heard it before. His intriguing smell is the only thing on my mind when my eyes flutter shut.
He presses a gentle kiss to my forehead before lifting me into his arms, and I can feel us starting to move.
“Atticus,” I whisper, trying to urge the man who is carrying me in his arms to help my mate. “Dying.”
“He’s already dead, little darkling,” the man says, sounding way too cherry about that for my liking. “Don’t worry. I’ll not let you meet the same fate.”
There’s a cry that I think comes from me as pain hits me square in the chest.
I push forward, forcing my eyes to open, but all I can see is a blurry face of a man who looks similar to my mate, my lion, but it’s not him.
Fuck.
Even in this weakened state, I know exactly who has me, and I have no doubt that he’s telling the truth about Atticus’s demise.
I don’t know why he’d lie to me.
The man carrying me is Atticus’s brother, after all.
Cevon Phoenix.
Leader of the hunters.
And the murderer of my mate.
Shit.
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ATTICUS
Where the fuck am I?
It takes a second for my senses to kick in, and it only takes another few for me to realise where I am. The beeping sounds from the machines, the smell of antiseptic, the slow thrumming of the medication going to the IV that’s in my arm are all big indicators.
I’m in a hospital.
My eyes fly open, and I spot a visitor that I definitely would’ve banned from my room if I could have done that whilst unconscious.
With his reddish-brown curly hair, and pale skin, he’s not suited for being out in the sunlight for very long. He’s thin, not strong enough to be an Alpha, despite having a few defined muscles.
He’s hunched over, typing on his phone, and my jaw clenches. How fucking dare he.
