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Carter appears at Rachel’s side, in his human form. He holds her hand and tells me she’s dying.
He knows I need to be the one to save her. This is how it was fated.
I bite her wrist, marking her as ours, turning her into a witch-wolf hybrid and saving her life all at the same time. My eyes close as I make that mark.
When I open them, I’m back where I started, watching the warlock chase my mate through the woods.
What the hell is this?
It doesn’t feel like a dream, but it’s not real. It can’t be.
I shift forms and chase him in my human body. I can’t deny how much more satisfying it is to grab him from behind and snap his neck in my arms.
He still manages to hurt Rachel first.
I partial shift, making my teeth sharper to mark her.
I close my eyes, and when I open them, I’m back in my wolf form watching the goddamned warlock chase her.
I take off after him again, unable to stop myself.
This feels like hell. Reliving a moment in my life that brought me my mate but made me feel so damn fucking guilty for turning her into a hybrid. I was starting to let go of that guilt but replaying the moment I bit her is going to bring it all crashing back.
I can feel it. I’m powerless to stop it.
I would never not save Rachel.
No matter how many times I have to live this moment over, I’m compelled to do some variation of the exact same thing. Kill her would-be killer. Save her and claim her.
The cycle keeps repeating and my determination never wavers.
I can’t let her die. I’ll never let her die.
Chapter Sixty
Silas
Myenhancedshiftervisiontakes a while to kick in when I wake up on the floor inside the mansion. It would have been smart to bring a flashlight, I guess, but at the same time, we didn’t think this place was abandoned. Whoever called my father to lure him out here told him they wanted the ghosts cleared so they could sell it.
I steady myself against the wall. The room I’m in is small, unfurnished.
I can feel the presence of spirits nearby, and it seems likely that they’re the unfriendly sort.
Kind of like the one who dragged us backwards into the house in the first place, lifting us high into the air and dropping us hard enough to knock us out.
Neither Rachel, nor Adrian are in the room with me.
We’ve been split up for a reason.
I’m not sure I’m ready to find out what that reason is.
“Sara Madden,” I murmur quietly. “I command your presence before me. Now.”
The blonde spirit blinks into existence in front of me, her arms crossed, and her expression pinched.
“Are you fucking crazy?” she hisses at me, keeping her voice low.
“Well, that’s what most people think of me,” I tell her.
