Chapter Eleven
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THICK BLOOD FROM THEbattle with the Hollows dripped from Carlo’s hands hanging loosely at his sides. They had come ready for war, yet their charge was nowhere to be found. It confused him. Why had Skuld’s beasts attacked if Asherah wasn’t there? She could be somewhere in the Tower, but Carlo had a feeling holding someone with that sort of power wouldn’t be easy. It would make sense for Skuld to put her back in the rune-enchanted room after taking her away. There was no way the Norn would know they had the power to come already.
Right?
“She won’t know I am here; I’ve hidden myself. She doesn’t even know I’ve left my tower or gotten involved. The future won’t show her that skill. I–”
Nanshe’s sudden choke alerted Carlo she had information she couldn’t provide.
“Don’t worry about it, mate. We will have to deal with the intricacies of your powers as we go.”
This entire situation was getting hazier by the minute.
Carlo was used to his wolf being able to attack a known enemy and go at them without having to worry about what he was going to do, or what it would look like. Now, it seemed the threat was constantly doing things that made no sense, and he had no idea what to expect.
Kallan moved around the room, touching the archway with hesitant fingers. “There should have been something here if Asherah were truly captive. But where would she be? Where would the Hollows have taken her?”
Those same questions were going through Carlo’s mind, and he wasn't quite sure he had any answers either.
Nanshe moved deeper into the room. “I can't see what is happening. The only option I have is scrolling to the past to see if there may be some hint.”
Carlo was confused. “Nanshe, how does the past affect what is going on right now? I know you said the past repeats, but that doesn't mean people's exact actions will be seen in the past, right?”
Nanshe shook her head. “I know it seems confusing, but often things that are done in the future can be seen through hints in the past. It's just about scrolling through and finding what I can help with or what I may be able to see. There is no guarantee, but what can we lose by trying?”
Well, that was true, and Carlo couldn't argue with that.
Teague stepped to Carlo’s side. “Well, we need to try something. If we don't bring back Asherah, Heath is going to blaze a hole through fucking Encantado, and none of us are prepared for that.”
No, nobody wanted that, and Carlo knew the Fae was telling the truth. He had given up a lot for his mate and losing her would break him. Losing the other half of their souls would breakanyof these paranormal creatures, and they all knew it.
“Then we must find her and figure out what we have to do.”
Faint scratching and sniffing at the door made all the men tense.
Lennox took up a defensive pose and waited, flames dancing in his palms. “If anybody comes through this door, I'll keep an eye out and attack.”
