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I can feel the excitement growing as most of the males gather for the run. The moon is almost full, making our need to shift all the more powerful. My pop gives a short speech saying how blessed he is to be present on such a special night. Finally, he howls and yells, “Happy hunting boys. You find it, you keep it!” He shifts in an explosive blast and many of the weaker of my Pack can’t help but shift from his pull.

I stand before them and a hush falls over the crowd. “May your blood heat with the thrill of the hunt, may your lungs fill with the scent of your prey, and may your heart beat for the love of your Mate,” I rally before closing my eyes and letting my wolf burst forward. Not one man is left standing. My howl starts a chorus as we rush through the woods in a frenzy. My wolf wants to lead like the ruler he is, but I still just want to be with my Mate. I run a few miles, joining the group as they search for first prey.

Females dot the forest. As we pass, each hopes to be taken for the night or longer in some cases. Knowing the moon and Pack mentality ride us hard, some almost Mated males have fallen to the lure. Endangering their upcoming Union, not one entices me in the slightest. I know what I want, and it’s not here.

I run closer to my side of the property, making sure no one follows me. I don’t want anyone near her. My heart stutters as I feel and hear Sophia call for me through our bond. I’m still minutes away when I hear her begging.I’m coming, baby. I’m coming.I hear nothing in response.Cass, can you hear me? CASS, are you with her? What’s wrong?He doesn’t answer either.

When I get to the house, I can’t see anything wrong, but I know that there is. Right before I shift back to sneak into the house, I scent her blood, lots of it. God please, let her be okay. My wolf is furious that his Mate may be hurt. I’m barely able to keep from snarling my warning to whoever is harming her.

I can’t scent another wolf in the house, but it feels wrong. I’m not able to reach her at all. Her mind is closed to me, and I won’t think about what that could mean.

As I creep through the kitchen, I see my mother with her head lying on the counter. I know she’s not dead. My father would be here now if he felt that. I move to her quickly and find a steady pulse. Rushing past her toward our room, my chest aches when I see a blood trail across the floor. The wall where my hand is braced cracks under the pressure. Unable to control my rage further, I throw myself down the hall, following the path of blood closer to the garage. I bellow, enraged as I see her broken body lying in a pool of her own blood. The figure near her backs away slowly. Her mouth moves rapidly, but the only sound I hear is my heart beating as it breaks for the beautiful creature crumpled at my feet. I don’t dare touch her for fear of hurting her further. When the figure moves, I reach out grabbing her neck. It snaps like a twig in my crushing hand. Her eyes plead with me as she dies. I wish I could make her suffer more, I wish she could feel the pain searing my insides right now.

I throw the body far from my beloved and fall to my knees and roar before I put my ear to her lips, hoping to hear a breath. “Why didn’t you shift?” I cry as I feel one small puff of air hit my neck. That’s the only sign I need.

I push every ounce of my strength through our bond. I will not let her die. No one will take her from me!

“Mase!” I hear Cass yell in a panicked voice down the hall. “What the fuck is going on? Oh God, how?”

“Doctor, I need a doctor and Dad. Please help me, Casper. I need to fix her.” My face is wet with tears, my eyes are blurry as I look at my brother’s stricken face.

CHAPTER32

The first sound I hear is Masen’s deep voice begging me not to leave him. Does he think I’ve left? Did she somehow convince him I’ve left him? “Masen,” I croak, my voice sounding broken and rough.

“Shh, I’m here, baby. Don’t try to talk. You’re safe now.” His voice is strangled.

“Alpha, I need you to back up so I can get a closer look,” says an unfamiliar voice. A snarl followed by growling splits the air.

“Son, he needs to get closer to help her. She needs help. You want her pain to stop, right, Mase? Let him help her.” I moan when he says pain like the word triggers the response in my body. I’m still face down on the floor. Masen’s rough hand clasps over mine.

“Alpha, can you tell her to shift? I think a lot of her injuries would heal, and you’d feel better about me being closer to her.”

“She’s pregnant,” Masen says hoarsely. A pain fueled whimper sounds from my throat. “It’s okay, baby. You’re going to be okay,” he coos at me. “Careful, if you cause her anymore pain, you die!” he grates through his clenched teeth.

“Mase, he’s here to help. Let go of him!” Caleb says, and I hear a rustling.

What starts as a whispered confession ends in a pain-filled roar when he says, “This is my fault. How could I let this happen?”

I cry when I hear the agony in his words. “You’re upsetting her, Mase. She needs you.” This time, it’s Sniffer who speaks.

I can feel a gentle prodding on to my head, and a voice comes closer asking me if I can open my eyes. My left eye is swollen shut, but I manage to narrowly open the right, getting my first look at an older male. He has gray hair and dark, kind eyes that look at me with sympathy. “I hurt,” I offer lamely as he touches my neck and back.

“I know, sweet girl. We’re gonna make it better soon.” He tries to smile. “Can you move your fingers and toes, Luna? That’s good, real good. What hurts the most?” I hear a low groan from Masen as I take stock of my aching body.

“My belly is cramping, and that scares me. I don’t want to lose our baby,” I sob, my body jerking from the force.

“Okay, okay, shh. Is that what hurts the most, your belly?”

“I don’t know. My knee is broken, and she hit my head and back the most. I’m just really scared.” I hear a loud thump, then I see Masen’s determined face right next to mine.

“No matter what happens, Little One, you’ll be okay,” he promises. I sag in relief just from seeing his lovely face. The hand with the plastic band reaches up and strokes his jaw. His eyes close like it’s too much but open quickly, staring back at me.

“How far along is she? When was her cycle? She may still be able to shift with minimal threat to the fetus.”

I shake my head. “I can’t. She said this would stop me from shifting.” The band around my wrist is pulled tight, the ends hang limply from arm.

“What the fuck!” Sniffer spews.

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