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“The ritual to make you a chimera.”
He says that as if it’s obvious.
It wasn’t, but now that I know, I can guess what’s in that room.
“I’m ready,” I tell him, putting my hand in his so I can walk over the glass with less weight going on my feet. It still hurts like hell, but I can deal with it.
He looks pleased when I glance at his face.
I can feel bits of glass stuck in my feet as I get onto the solid ground outside the room.
There’s a door I couldn’t see before because it was dark.
I feel around checking for a lock.
There isn’t one.
I let out a breath and grab the handle.
A plan starts to form in my head as I turn the handle.
Let’s just hope this works, because I don’t have anything else.
Chapter Forty-Nine
Scratch
Thecryforhelpsounds far away, and I do not think it is Lita, but I cannot ignore it. I have checked the downstairs rooms and have not come across my mate, or Orion. It is time to check the upstairs part of the house, and that is where the cry came from.
I move quickly, not wanting to waste a single second.
Slowing down, I take my time checking the rooms until I hear another cry, louder and clearer this time.
It is a child. A little boy. Adam!
Orion took Adam from the nursery.
I rush toward the room the cry came from and push open the door. At first, I don’t see anything, but then I hear him whimpering and I move quickly toward the left side of the bed.
He is on the floor there, crying and clutching his arm.
He jerks back when I crouch down next to him, but when he looks up and sees me, he lets out a gasp.
“It’s you!” he exclaims.
“You are hurt,” I tell him. “Will you let me see?”
He grimaces as he removes his hand from his arm.
It takes a moment to realize what I’m seeing. He has a shackle around his wrist, and it looks like the shackle has cut his arm pretty deeply. There is a lot of blood on his arm, and his clothes, and the floor. Too much blood. I put my hand over the cut, applying pressure.
“Adam, I need you to do something for me,” I tell him, trying not to sound as worried as I am.
“Uh huh,” he mutters, his face pale.
“Shift into your wolf.”
It is the only way he might survive this injury.
