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There’s no escaping that fate.
“Can’t you fix me?” I ask the witch.
She looks at me, and I feel the warm glow of magic on my skin an instant later.
“It’s not magical,” she tells me. “You have deep-buried trauma. Your wolf won’t connect until that is addressed. I can’t fix it with a spell.”
“We have therapists in our pack,” The Alpha starts, the first hint of an emotional response showing in him. I get a tiny glimpse at the irritation he’s trying to bury under a sea of calm. Then it’s gone again, and his sympathetic smile is back. “They can help him.”
“I won’t agree to any of this while Oscar’s still having blackouts,” Cheryl says. “We’re still his Alphas. We can help him better faster than strangers ever could.”
Everett keeps his mouth shut, probably because he’s trying not to turn this into a bloodbath.
His anger is growing with every second that passes.
The witch doesn’t look very happy. I’m guessing this isn’t the kind of situation she’s used to dealing with. She takes her time coming to a decision.
It feels like everyone is holding their breath by the time she opens her mouth.
“You have twelve hours,” she says. “And not one minute longer. Whether or not he’s still having blackouts, that’s when I’ll be back to sever your bonds and deliver Oscar Warren to his new pack.”
She looks at the other pack’s Alpha. He nods his agreement.
“We’re done here. I’ll be back in twelve hours, and I don’t expect to be kept waiting once I get here.”
She disappears and the spell she created falls apart. It’s a relief when the past vision of me killing that girl on a loop is finally gone, but that’s the only thing that makes me feel better.
“We’ll see you when your bonds are broken,” the Alpha tells me.
Everett’s close to going after him when he starts to walk away.
I grab his arm, but my Omega’s touch is on the fritz. It’s kind of impossible to be calm when your whole life is in the process of being turned upside down.
“Don’t,” Cheryl commands, making him stop when my touch isn’t enough.
“I can’t let them take him,” he growls at her.
“We have twelve hours to find a way out of this,” she tells him. “If you start a fight, you’ll waste time and screw everything up. We have a chance. Don’t ruin it.”
His rage doesn’t falter, and I expect him to go after the Alpha despite our mate’s pleas.
When he turns and takes a step toward their retreating forms, he moves slightly to the right and smashes his fist into the trunk of a tree instead. The sound makes me shudder. The crunch, the hard thump. His hand comes back bloody. Pain swallows some of his anger.
He winces as he flexes his fingers, then he looks at us.
“We’d better get working on a fucking plan.”
Chapter Fifty-One
Everett
Breakingmultiplebonesallat once hurts like fuck, but I need the pain to stay focused. I can’t let myself lose it and do something that makes this messed up situation any worse than it already is.
So, I don’t allow myself to partially shift to heal my hand. I let it bleed. I let it hurt.
I lead the way home, like a good Alpha should.
Too bad I wasn’t paying more attention to being a good Alpha when I first found out about Oscar’s blackouts. None of this needed to happen. If I’d done what I should have to protect him, to help him connect to his wolf and stop blacking out, we wouldn’t be about to lose him to a pack of smug, opportunist assholes.
