Page 13 of Entering a New World

“Wolfie!”

The ground shook, the sickening sound of wood hitting wood ripping through the air.

For a second, everything seemed to turn silent.

I just stared and blinked, mouth hanging wide open.

One of the other cabins was just… gone. Crushed beneath the crown of a tree, turned into a myriad of splinters.

My wolf whined again, rounded me, and started shoving his head against my back, efficiently forcing me forward.

I swallowed. “You really think we’re safer out there?” I asked, eyes still fixed on the view outside of the cabin.

Wolfie let out a howl, then doubled down on manoeuvring me out of the door.

At the last second, I hesitated, glancing back at the backpack still lying inside of the cabin. I couldn’t leave without anything, could I? Then again… the heavy weight would probably only slow me down. What did I need the stuff for, anyway? Cookware? Camping gear? I hadn’t managed to make a fire since I’d gotten here—and not for the lack of trying.

The choice was taken away from me as Wolfie shoved me again, sending me stumbling over the threshold of the cabin.

Had I thought the storm was bad from within the cabin? Well, it just turned horrible as the wind gripped me, almost ripping me off my feet. If it wasn’t for the huge body behind me, I’d have fallen for sure. The rain was hitting my face so hard it hurt, leaving icy pinpricks behind.

Wiping at my face, I tried clearing my vision, but it didn’t help. I could barely see ten feet ahead of me. Everything was a darkish grey, almost black.

My wolf nudged against my arm until it was resting over his back, as if he wanted me to put as much weight on him as possible. Maybe he just wanted me to hold on to him as he started guiding me into the darkness.

I didn’t know, and at this point, I didn’t really care.

I just held on for dear life and started walking what I was pretty sure was going to be my last walk on this earth.

Chapter 5

Rhett

Fuck.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.

This wasn’t good.

This so wasn’t good.

Levi was trembling, his teeth chattering, heart beating erratically in his chest.

He probably hadn’t noticed, but during the past hour, his steps had gotten progressively slower while putting more and more weight on me. I honestly wasn’t sure if he was still really walking or if I was dragging him through the woods.

Please let us reach the ATV soon, I thought, internally thanking Grayson for insisting on placing one a couple of miles away from the cabin in case of emergency.

I’d laughed at him, told him I wouldn’t need an ATV, I’d manage to get Levi out of there myself.

Now dread was filling my stomach like lead as my mate stumbled clumsily, his arm desperately grabbing at my fur to stay upright, his heart rate picking up a notch. I smelled his fear, smelled his desperation; the sour scent was a permanent reminder I needed to hurry the fuck up.

Levi stumbled again, a sob ripping from his throat as his whole body sagged against me.

Mate, safe, my wolf spurred me on, demanding I get Levi to safety now. He wasn’t happy with me. In his opinion, I should’ve gotten our mate out of that cabin yesterday evening, when he’d started trembling and shivering nonstop.

But, stubborn as I was, I had insisted on waiting another day, deciding to head back to our pack and give Grayson a heads up about me bringing Levi home the next day.

I should’ve just said sorry for turning up with my mate out of the blue.

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