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“Our mate is not this helpless,” Scratch says. “She was only knocked unconscious by those boys because they had sedatives they used on her. She fought, Fox. She wasn’t intending on waiting around to be rescued.”
God of Wolves.
He is right, but I couldn’t see it until he said it.
All I saw was my mate in trouble.
All I felt was the urgent need to save her.
I didn’t stop to question anything. I didn’t take Scar’s warning into consideration. I just reacted.
The moment I tell myself the girl crying over the chimera’s arm isn’t Lita, no matter how much she resembles my mate, they both disappear as if they were made out of thin air.
“I …” I start, shaking my head. “We need to get back to Scar and Snake.”
“I was fooled for a second, too,” Scratch assures me as he leads the way back.
“Only when we heard her voice.”
He shrugs in reply.
I manage to reel my panic back in by the time we get back to the spot where we were fighting Maria’s chimera. The creature is gone now, a headless woman lying on the muddy ground in its place.
I realize the rain stopped at some point while we were rushing after Lita.
The wind is gone, too.
“It looks like they killed her,” I tell Scratch, waiting to see if I’m right.
I cannot be sure about anything now that I was tricked so easily.
Scratch nods slowly. “The weather is back to normal, and I would guess that is her body.”
“So, where are Snake and Scar?”
“We will follow their scent trails,” Scratch tells me after a beat. “I do not wish to encounter any more illusions.”
“You know what, I really don’t, either,” I mutter as he starts to sniff around.
He decides on a street and starts moving that way.
I keep him in sight as I follow, hoping there are no more illusions waiting nearby.
I am still reeling inside from that last one.
It makes me want to get back to see Lita so badly, to make sure she is okay.
Our task is not yet complete. We have one last chimera to kill.
Chapter Eighteen
Scratch
Thatwasunnerving,andI’m not entirely sure what it was that made me almost instantly question the illusion that felt so real. Instinct, maybe. For a split second, hearing Lita’s cry for help made panic swell inside my gut. I could never have ignored that cry. If there was even the vaguest chance it was real, I would have had to run to her.
Realizing it was an illusion was a relief but knowing it could seem that real is worrying.
Fox was completely reeled in by that fake version of Lita.
