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Revna?What the hell?

This woman is crazy and all I care about is getting to Kye. I inch closer to the door, even though I have no idea how we’re getting out of here.

“You keep serving her, but we’re leaving, and if you try to stop us, I will hurt you. Where’s my mate?”

The woman gives me a thin smile. “I’m afraid I can’t allow that to happen.” She flicks her wrist up to look at her watch. “They’ll be here soon.”

Cold spreads through me as Savannah tightens her hold on me. “Who will?”

She makes a sound that is almost gleeful. “Don’t worry, Apryle. We’re going to have a little party, and you’re going to be the guest of honor.”

What thefuck?

Chapter 9

Kye

The taste of iron in the back of my throat is the first thing I’m aware of. Blinding pain follows, spreading to my back and down my thigh. It takes everything I have not to scream out in pain, but some instinct warns me to keep quiet. I’m not sure where I am, and as my eyes adjust to the darkened space, it doesn’t offer any insight either.

The last thing I remember is bullets flying at us and hunters trying to take Apryle from me.

Panic surges through me as I try to sense her through our bond. It only intensifies further when I realize she’s coming through muted.

Apryle,I say through our bond. Nothing.Apryle, are you there?

Kye,help me.

Her terrified voicereverberates through my mind and if I hadn’t been lying down, it would have driven me to my knees.

Terror that my strong mate is in trouble has me tossing back the blankets covering my hips. I’m naked beneath, my junk hanging out, and there is a large piece of gauze wrapped around my thigh. A second spans my torso, disappearing behind my back. Did they undress me or did my wolf try to come out? I don’t remember anything, and my only thought is reaching Apryle.

My body has other ideas.

As I swing my leg out of bed, pain ripples through my side, blinding me momentarily.

I clutch the edge of the mattress, the cold metal frame burning my hand. Son of a bitch. I don’t have time to waste. My mate needs me. Pushing through the dizziness, I suck in air through my nose before I stand on my injured leg. The moment I put weight on it, it gives out.

I let out a yell of both pain and frustration as my body folds. I catch myself on the edge of the bed before I hit the floor.

I don’t have time for this. She’s in more danger with every second I waste. I try to reach her again through the bond, wanting to reassure her I’ll be on my way just as soon as I can get to my feet.

She doesn’t reply, and that scares the hell out of me. Especially when I can feel her fading. She’s not dying, which is the only thing that stops me from freaking out. It’s like she’s going to sleep. Was she drugged? If they’ve harmed one hair on her head, I will destroy them. For simply daring to make her afraid, I might just kill them anyway.

Ignoring how much my body trembles, I straighten using the edge of the bed. Every inch of me hurts, but it is nothing compared to the rising panic of knowing my mate is out there alone.

The darkened room makes it hard for me to navigate, even with my wolf senses, but I follow a stream of light to a door.

I can sense my mate is close by, and my wolf growls, eager to have her back in our clutches. I have to ignore his demand for me to shift. I don’t know what state Apryle is in, but I’m willing to bet I’ll be more useful to her in my human form. Besides, I’m not entirely convinced I can shift right now.

As I open the door, my mind is a one-track song, the only word in it is “Apryle”. There is no one on the other side, but the light is bright. The backs of my eyes burn as I try to get my bearings. There are desks scattered around the room, and high tables covered in equipment. It’s some kind of lab.

Wrapping an arm around my middle, which is aching fiercely, I make my way across the room. I’m wheezing by the time I get to the other side. How am I going to protect us both when I’m like this?

I push through another door as I shove away my doubts, and as soon as it opens, I come face-to-face with a large man. I barely have time to react before he attacks. His fist lashes out, catching me in my injured side, making my vision wink out for a moment. Sheer desperation and the buzz of adrenaline gives me the strength to attack back. I grab him by the throat, and in a movement swift enough that he can’t react, I snap his neck.

The weight of his boneless body nearly drags me to the floor, and I have to release my hold on him as he slumps.

He’s a vargr, which surprises me. The Order recruits wolves to their cause, but vargr are just as hated as tau. Why would they be fighting for the Order?

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