Page 139 of The Lycans: Vol Four

Oh gods. Could that be… could that be Sebastian?

“Ada. Don’t be foolish.”

When I turned back and faced Torvic, instinctually stepping back from the threat, I lost my balance, my arms spreading out as if I could catch something and hold on.

But I didn’t. In my fear to keep him away, I lost my balance and fell right over that damn mountain.

I screamed so long and loud my throat felt raw.

The wind whipped around me, almost feeling like it pillowed me from underneath as I fell and fell and fell.

I heard that roar again and cried, but the tears didn’t reach my cheeks as they were whisked away the faster I plummeted.

I heard a loud growl a second before Torvic nosedived off the cliff, his gaze trained right on me. He opened up his black wings, and I could see how he twisted and angled them to control his fall.

I looked over my shoulder, the ground rushing up faster and faster. I spotted Sebastian at the tree line, his horrified gaze locked on mine as he tore forward again, running full speed.

I felt this change in the air, that same thickness that suffocated and felt oppressive back in the cave. I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t cry, and just as I opened my mouth to try and scream for Sebastian, to let his name touch my tongue one last time, Torvic curled his clawed hand around my wrist.

I was violently pushed forward by some invisible force at my back, my body crashing into Torvic’s.

And then there was nothing.

19

Sebastian

Istared at my cousin—fucking Adryan—and then looked at Kane. Both held the same hard expressions. I was sure it was the same as the one I was sporting.

“Mated,” he murmured and grinned. “About fucking time, cousin.”

I narrowed my eyes at him and shook my head. I mulled over what they’d just told me. “Abso-fucking-lutely not.”

The impatience from being stalled from getting to Ada ran hard in me, but the story he’d just told me, how he got here, and what his plans were to get us out, had momentarily shocked me so that I stood there frozen.

He had ten males with him, five flanking each side, with Kane at his right standing beside him. There was also a willowy-looking male beside Kane.

The scrawny male was a witch, that much I could smell from him even before Adryan had told me who he was.

“This is who is gonna save my ass?” I glanced at the witch, who’d called himself Sherbet. “He’s named after damn ice cream.”

There was a snicker among the vampires, but with a low growl from Adryan, they shut up.

Sherbet appeared to be more at ease in a dusty old library than out in the middle of fucking nowhere in a parallel dimension.

“That’s right,” Adryan said. “He’s the one who’s gonna save all our asses and get us out of this hellhole.”

I ran my palm over my face, feeling so damn exhausted.

I dropped my hand to my side and looked at Adryan. He could be a big pain in my ass, was stubborn as fuck, and known as a sociopath, but here he was. He’d left his mate—the most important person in his twisted life—to come here and rescue my ass.

It was touching if I allowed myself to feel anything for anyone else aside from Ada.

I thought about my own mate.

“I’m not leaving without her.” I crossed my arms over my chest and glared at my cousin. For a moment he just stared at me, that apathetic expression on his face, something that the majority of people are unable to read.

People didn’t go against what Adryan said. He was just too much of a menacing motherfucker, and they pissed themselves just being in his presence. But I wasn’t afraid of him, and he knew that.

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