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Cranking the bike, Micah sped away from the compound. From the loss tearing out his insides. He ran from his ruined life, the destruction of his hopes and dreams. With the Pack, with his mate.
He’d tried, so hard. But his mate didn’t trust him. God, he was in agony.
And so he didn’t see the shifter with the huge wings swoop down from the sky, talons extended, intent clear.
As always, Nick couldn’t scream. Couldn’t warn Micah of the danger.
The creature hit Micah from the side, hard, knocking him from the speeding motorcycle. Micah went airborne, flying through the air for awful seconds—until he slammed headfirst into a tree. Falling to the ground in a crumpled heap, head at an unnatural angle, he stared into the sky. Struggled to breathe.
And then stopped, brown eyes fixing on a point he could no longer see.
Micah had left, but the attack hadn’t taken place yet. Nick knew it. He had only minutes to warn the man.
“It’s not going to happen like that. Not if I can help it.”
Snatching his cell phone, he called Micah. On the fourth ring, voice mail picked up, and he left a message. “Micah, the vision I told you about! This is it! Turn back! And for God’s sake, keep your eyes on the skies!”
Hanging up, he sent a text.
Turn back, and keep your eyes on the skies! My vision of you, it’s now, tonight. Call me.
After he hit send, he got moving, sounding the alarm. The Pack was ready in less than five minutes, and they assembled at the SUVs. They didn’t question him when he explained his vision, their faith in his ability as a Seer and a leader was that unshakable.
“What the fuck are we waiting for?” Aric growled. “Let’s go get my stupid brother-in-law before he gets his ass killed.”
They climbed in the vehicles and took off.
Nick just prayed they weren’t too late.
* * *
Speeding along the dark road, Micah’s brain was in turmoil.
“If I can’t trust you, what do we have?”
I’ve tried so hard. But my mate doesn’t trust me and I’ve ruined everything. God, this is agony.
He had no idea where he was going. Or when he’d go back. Maybe he wouldn’t return at all, would just keep riding on to California or the East Coast. Anywhere but here, where he was nothing but a failure.
As soon as he had the thought, he knew he wouldn’t actually follow through. His wolf snarled inside at the idea of leaving his mate for good, of giving up. The man wasn’t ready to give up either, hurt or not. He just needed to get out, clear his head.
In his pocket, his phone buzzed. Ignoring it, he kept riding, uncaring of the darkness, wanting only to be part of it for a while. To disappear. But the device buzzed again, this time shorter, signaling a ping of voice mail. Not even a minute later, the buzz of a text. Someone was determined to reach him.
Careful to keep one hand steady on the bike, he slowed his speed a bit, dug the phone from his pocket and punched the button at the bottom to light up the screen. He couldn’t maneuver the device enough while driving to actually unlock it and listen to his voice mail, but he could see the text was from Nick. He could only read the first part, but what he saw sent a chill of foreboding down his spine.
Turn back, and keep your eyes on the skies!
That was all the warning he got.
Twisting in his seat, he tilted his head up to scan the night sky—and saw the shadow of a great, winged creature framed against the stars.
“Fuck!”
The beast dove for him, and he turned to face the road, bending low over his bike and hitting the gas. The action was too little, too late, and he braced himself. The impact hit his back and shoulder with the force of a speeding train, taking his breath away and unseating him.
But somehow, instead of flipping over the handlebars, he managed to shift his weight to fall to the side, laying his bike down. He hit the ground hard, lost his grip on the bike and his phone, and skidded across the pavement, off the opposite side of the road, and headed for a stand of trees. There was nothing he could do but thank God he’d worn a helmet.
And then his flight came to a gradual halt as he rolled to a stop on his back—right next to a tree. It was a miracle he’d missed it. But he needed at least one more to survive this.
