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“Yes,” Fox says, nodding. “A real home, with a mate.”
Snake hisses his agreement, adding something unfamiliar at the end.
Fox smiles at him. “Yes, and with many children of our own.”
Snake adds something else, which I believe contains the word for ‘light’.
Fox snorts. “You are obsessed with those streetlamps.”
“You will have many chances to stand under them once we have found Lita and dealt with the chimera,” I tell him, making it clear he is not to be distracted when we arrive in Nightshade.
He hisses unenthusiastically, his eyes flickering at me.
“He knows we must find our mate first,” Fox scoffs. “We never should have left her on her own out there.”
Snake hisses his agreement, adding something less clear at the end which I believe is his version of bad language. It sounds much prettier than some of the ugly words we are familiar with.
“She is not alone,” I remind Fox. “And we will be with her soon.”
Though not soon enough, by any of their standards, including my own.
Time feels as if it is slowing to a stop.
For many seconds, we are left holding our breath, waiting for the portal to appear where it always appears. I refuse to allow myself to believe it will not open tonight, but I am beginning to fill with heavy, silent apprehension right before the first signs of its presence show up.
The faint glimmer of witch-magic fills the air.
An oval image of Nightshade’s forest slowly opens up until it is big enough to step through.
We breathe out a collective sigh of relief before I lead my brothers toward the open portal.
Finally, we can leave The Abyss, but we must be careful if we are to do what needs to be done to save our mate and this town we will claim as our own.
I assess my surroundings before I move forward and gesture for my brothers to follow me.
In the couple of seconds it took me to figure out we aren’t alone, I can see in my brother’s faces that they were able to do the same. They regard me silently, awaiting instruction.
Fox looks as if he is ready to burst, but he does not make a sound.
He knows how important this is.
Our mate is nearby, but so are the Alpha’s sons.
My instincts were not wrong. Lita is in danger.
I do not wish to alert them to our presence, so I motion to my brothers to follow me in single file, following the sounds of our father’s accepted son’s voices. Surrounding them would perhaps be better, but it sounds as if they are close enough together that it will not matter.
The voices quickly get clearer, and the things they are saying make my blood boil.
It is clear that they have our mate with them, though she is not making any sound.
I do not need to hear her to know where she is. One inhale and I can taste her scent.
“You’re the one obsessed with this reject, Orion. Just fuck her already. I don’t know what you’re waiting for.”
It is the voice of Apollo, the little boy named after a God.
The child who pissed himself when he laid eyes on a real Alpha.
