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"Yes!" I called, voice shaking.
"Better get down here then, before this mate of yours goes crazy."
Tye snarled at the too-pale Fae prince, and I let out a relieved sigh.
We'd survived.
Against all odds, we'd survived … and the relic was finally dead.
"Can you climb down using that banner over there?" Alpha Blackwood asked.
I looked to where he pointed — a banner hung from the ceiling to about fifteen feet above the ground.
"I think so. If someone can catch me when I drop that last bit."
Jaiel looked about to speak, but Tye was already standing at the base of the banner, his golden-yellow eyes flashing — the wolf now fully in control.
Shaking my head, I leaped to the closest rafter, then made my way to the banner. Bunching it like a wide rope and ignoring the burning scrapes and cuts across my body, I slid down.
"Don't drop me," I called out as I reached the bottom.
"Don't tempt me, Witch," Tye growled back.
I nodded and let go, panicking for a moment. But then I hit the warm strength of his arms and sank in.
My heart slammed against my ribs.
MINE.
The bond between us tugged tight, and heat blossomed everywhere we touched as something deep inside me repeated the word over and over. I stared up into those golden-yellow eyes, dark with what almost looked like concern, and my mouth went dry.
BOOM!
The entire stronghold shook as rock, dust, and smoke exploded from the entrance, sending Tye and me tumbling to the floor.
We'd gotten so caught up in the relic I'd almost forgotten about the fucking explosions.
Yells, screams, and children crying filled the room as hundreds of shifters stumbled to their feet.
"Go!" screamed Alpha Blackwood. "Everyone, get to the guest wing. Carry the wounded, if you can. And run!"
I stumbled to my feet as body mages rose around us and began dashing toward the exit. Those who were able grabbed the wounded, and hundreds of bruised and bloody people shambled toward the exit.
Many bodies did not rouse, though, and my heart ached at the sight.
All those people — so happy just hours before — were gone. What families would be missing members at the end of all this? How many had been hurt by that damn relic?
My chest tightened and my eyes burned as I took it in.
Tye gripped my arm, positioning himself between me and the dust cloud as Jaiel stumbled up to us, looking pale. His clothes were torn, and those damn wounds were still bleeding. We had to get him out of here.
BOOM!
A woman with blood-caked red hair struggled to stand, and I helped her to her feet while Tye scooped up two injured men, carrying them over his shoulders like sacks of grain.
Together, we raced to the door. I looked back at the main entrance hidden behind a cloud of dust, and panic twisted in my gut as moonlight shone through.
"Hurry," I yelled as shadows moved within the dust cloud. "They're in!"
