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It was his power that had allowed Luciana to strip me of my magic and shove it into two jars.
As the realization hit me, he laughed.
That’s why. That’s why I was here in this stupid place. In this diner. Waiting. Because he wanted me to know who he was. He wanted me to feel how strong he was. How he could own me again, because he’d never let me go. Not since that day in Luciana’s craft room.
There was only one thing left I could do.
I pulled more power from Dastien. As he gave me more power, I started to feel the magic that was holding me hostage.
My physical body wasn’t here. That was true. But I was trapped. And this place didn’t exist in my own head.
The dark abyss that I’d been walking in was more than just an abyss. It was something far worse. And as I realized where my mind had gone—where the demon had taken my soul—my chest wound so tight, my heart raced, my palms sweated, and I knew that if I didn’t get out of here soon, I was going to be worse than dead.
I was going to be a demon’s slave in Hell.
“Let me go. Let me go. Let me go!” My magic and power mixed as I threw my will and everything Dastien had sent to me at the demon.
His laugh came again.
I didn’t look back. I knew what I was up against and I needed more power than Dastien could give. That he and I together weren’t enough to beat the demon scared the shit out of me. But the thing about being a werewolf was that you always had the pack.
I pushed away any doubt. I closed my eyes, shutting out the sound of his laughter and air rushing past my ears as he tried to suck me deeper into Hell.
All I needed to do was hold on while I found the pack.
I reached out mentally, but couldn’t find them.
I tried not to panic, and reached out again.
Nothing.
They were there. I just had to try harder.
I let my wolf rise a little more. Pack, please! I finally felt them like little tendrils against my inner wolf. The spiderweb of power that tied every Were to each other. There were weaker links between the packs—tied from alpha to alpha. From one bond, I could reach every single werewolf alive if I needed them.
For now, I used the St. Ailbe’s ties. I’d thought my bond with Dastien had been thinned, but the ones to my pack were impossibly thinner. But as I called, power came through. It was just a little trickle at first, and then a huge rush hit me. My arms grew fur, and I was barely able to hold onto my shape. I let the power build for a second longer before screaming. “Let me go!” My voice was thick with my rising wolf. “Now!” I backed the word with all the power from the pack.
“No.” The single word sent a chill down my spine. “You’re mine.”
“No! No one owns me!”
He just laughed and the air grew too thick to breathe.
No. He had to be wrong. He had to be. I swallowed down the panic that was choking me.
He started to grow taller, morphing until his head touched the ceiling. “You can fight me or you can give in, but you’re mine either way. You’re the key. I tasted your magic in that circle and I knew you were the one I’d been waiting for. There’s no breaking free of me now.”
“The key?” I wasn’t sure I wanted to know, but I had to ask.
“The seal is gone. The portals are locked, but your magic is the key. You’re already tied to me. It’s over. Just let go.”
Fuck that. I didn’t know what seal he was talking about or what portals he meant, but I wasn’t tied to him. And if I was, I was breaking it as soon as I got out of here.
But one thing was certain. I was never giving up. Not while I was still alive.
I started saying the Hail, Mary, but his magic only grew stronger, skittering over my skin like a swarm of cockroaches.
Shit.
