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Instead of the trickle of hatred that pricked every one of my scars when I was in proximity of Lincoln Pack, I was having trouble not laughing.
“You don’t get to insult your mate and hide, Little Nightshade,” I told her as Dusk reached Flynn. We could hear pieces of their conversation.
“…Hope you don’t take it too seriously…” Dusk was saying. Shatter was frozen, also listening in. “She’sverypossessive.”
She let out a breath of fury, then wriggled from my grip, flinging herself from the booth to reach Dusk’s side. With a snort—and not thinking it entirely through—I followed her.
“…The nest don’t you think?” Flynn sounded amused. “Might have moved a little fast—” Flynn cut off as Shatter arrived, and his eyes slid to the star on her necklace.
His eyebrows shot up. “Oh. Well. I take it back, the possessiveness?—”
“Is mutual,” Dusk said with a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. He slid an arm around Shatter’s shoulder. She was stiff, but didn’t outright fight him off.
“I’m sorry,” Shatter said quickly, and I noticed her fists clenching and unclenching at her sides anxiously. “I didn’t mean to be rude.”
Damn. So there was a capacity for politeness when shewantedto.
Too bad she wanted to for this piece of shit.
I stared at him, mind wavering.
Too close…
The voices became too loud. I’d talked to Dusk about this. Sworn I was ready. Yet…
“…Dead by the morning. It’s all a front. He’s weak inside. He’ll fail…”
And this alpha before me, was the face of that voice. A voice that haunted me. My own dignity had long since died, but Dusk?
It had destroyed Dusk.
“Tell me what they want for the next set.” I was begging, now.
I had nothing left. Dr. Wren had taken pity on me, and I had to use it.
31 was dead.
He’d gone feral one day, ripping our door open. He’d shoved his way out of our room, and I’d followed long enough to see him tearing guards down like a wild animal. Then he’d drawn up as he reached a corner.
I’d heard them shouting, telling him they’d shoot if he took one more step. He’d looked back at me for a long moment, a crooked smile on his pale face, and then he placed one foot forward.
Gunshots assaulted my eardrums, and he fell, messy blond hair sticky with blood, and tired eyes sightless as that wild smile still curved his lips.
The bullet shred more than just flesh. As 31’s heart stopped, they tore through our pack bond. Enough, by all laws of the universe, to destroy it.
No…
If the pack broke, I couldn’t protect Dusk. We wouldn’t be of use to them anymore.
I flared my aura, reaching out desperately in the dark. Somehow I found something to hold onto. Intangible and impossible, the energy was an anchor enough that I could hold on, even though it scorched me to the soul, unnatural, agonising. I shuddered, cracks rippling through the very essence that made me an alpha; wounds that didn’t feel as if they would ever heal.
Even with only two of us, the pack bond, somehow, survived.
Just me and Dusk.
He’d finally chosen a name, whispered it for my ears alone, like I’d told him he had to. Never again would he be 68. Just like I would never be a number to him.
They wouldn’t break him.
