Page 3 of Wolf Obsessed

She turned her head so she was looking at Lincoln, and her lips tilted down into a frown.

The tightness in my chest squeezed me like a vise. “We have to win. It’s not an option.”

I wasn’t going to lose. I had Sloane and Lincoln to live for. Failure wasn’t an option. This war was going to be a success, or I was going to die trying.

Sloane exhaled loudly and turned back to me. “You need to start teaching me how to fight. We need to be ready.”

I leaned in, tucked a lock of hair behind her ear, and gave her a small smile. “We will be ready. I want to start training you as soon as possible.”

Lincoln and I were supposed to train her together. We were supposed to work together to keep our mate safe. I just wanted him to wake up so I could feel him again.

Sloane leaned in and gave me a soft kiss on the lips. “I need you to start coming around more often.”

I grimaced and swallowed. I’d already told her why I couldn’t come more often, but I got why I needed to. “I’m doing everything I can. With the men coming and all the planning, my dad keeps me super busy.”

Sloane blinked like she was trying to hold back tears. “I know. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t ask you to keep coming. It’s selfish of me.”

My throat squeezed. “Don’t ever be afraid to ask me for anything. Ever. Promise me.”

A smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. “Thanks, Sawyer. I just don’t want to burden you more. I can’t imagine what you’re going through.”

I put my hands on my stomach, wishing I could get the pain to go away. “Hey, you are never a burden. We’re all going through a lot.”

Sloane opened her mouth like she had something else to say, but whatever it was, a loud banging sound interrupted her. I turned toward her bedroom door like the noise might’ve come from the other side, and then reality hit me.

It wasn’t her door. It was mine, in my bedroom, miles away back at home.

Dad!

I gave her a quick kiss on the forehead. “I have to go. I’ll be back soon.”

With that, I severed the connection.

I blinked my eyes open. The sound of the pounding grew louder. I sprang out of bed and hurried to the door, but I already knew who was on the other side.

I unlocked the door and opened it, meeting my father’s gaze.

His face had turned red, and his nostrils flared. “What took you so long?” He held up his hand and grumbled under his breath. “Never mind. Let’s go. We need to talk.”

Two

Sloane

I ran my hand over Lincoln’s warm forehead and feared he might be getting a fever. We just couldn’t catch a break.

I still couldn’t feel him. It concerned me that Sawyer couldn’t sense him either. Every time I reached out to Lincoln, all I found was a black void. When I touched him, there was no sign or recognition that he even knew I was here.

Was it too much to want him to squeeze my hand?

I gripped his fingers harder and shut my eyes. Nothing.

I skimmed my fingers down his face, letting my thumb linger over his lips. “I miss you. I need you to wake up, please. For me. For Sawyer.”

I held my breath, hoping and praying to Luna that my prayers would be heard, and Lincoln would wake up.

He didn’t.

A lump formed in my throat. I hated this. If I’d been faster during Mikey’s attack, this might not have happened to him. He might be awake and talking to me.

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