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He’s still calm, so it’s not a need that’s being driven by his emotions.
He hasn’t been letting his wolf out enough. That’s all. He needs this.
I nod. “Then, let’s run.”
Chapter Seventeen
Silas
CarterworkedhisOmegamagic on me. I feel funny. Like I’ve been drinking copious amounts of alcohol, or something slightly more intoxicating. My head is kind of fluffy and everything feels blissfully good.
It’s a little like how I feel around Rachel, except that feels right and this feels wrong.
He altered my emotions, took them away with his touch.
I’d call him a bastard, but I think I needed this.
He knew that. He didn’t hesitate to help me.
My feelings washed over with his calm, and all I have left to feel is the need to let my wolf run.
I’ve kept him captive for far too long, forgetting about his needs to keep my own carefully covered.
I crouch down and close my eyes, shifting effortlessly and opening my eyes only once I’m in my animal form. Carter’s already done the same, his wolf watching me, waiting for me to take the lead. Whenever Adrian’s not around, that’s how it is.
Omegas aren’t fighters or leaders.
They’re the heart of the pack.
It’s up to Alphas and Betas to protect them and nurture them.
I’ve barely been tolerating Carter. That doesn’t mean I haven’t been protecting him, but it does mean I haven’t been letting him in. I haven’t been bonding with him as a pack brother, and I might pretend it’s because he’s annoying, but if I’m honest it’s because I don’t let people in very easily.
Isolating myself as a defence against spirits has affected more of my life than I’d care to admit.
I can’t allow it to continue.
Leading the way onward through the forest, I let my wolf run free.
Carter gives chase and I slow down a bit to give him a chance to catch up.
He uses the chance to bark at me, which makes my wolf slow down even more.
I realize he’s not just trying to distract me so he can pounce. He’s found something, and he wants me to follow him back to it. Knowing Carter, it’s something profane that’s been carved into a tree, but I chase him until he slows to a stop anyway.
I don’t see anything until he points his nose skyward.
There’s a woman laying down on one of the lower branches of a tree, just above us.
I inhale and a vague feeling of dread rolls over me. She’s a witch.
Carter’s wolf looks back at mine, his eyes pleading.
He thinks she needs help. There’s some blood on the trunk of the tree. She might be injured.
She also might be playing possum. It would be kind of strange, but so is hanging around in the middle of a forest like this.
I shift back to my human form, and Carter does the same, immediately moving to the woman’s side and rubbing a hand over her shoulder.
