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“Could you do it now?” I was all for getting it gone. I kept thinking it would go away completely. “It’s so much better than it was.”

“I dampened it,” the healer admitted. “I didn’t sever it because that night you needed to get as far from here as you could. And, frankly, severing it completely is dangerous.”

“Then we don’t do it.” Sutton’s voice was sharp. “Have a good night, Healer.”

My mate was pissed.

“I’ll leave if you want me to,” the healer said. “But listen to my words and believe them. Not doing this is worse. It will kill your mate slowly, and it will drive his beast insane.”

Chapter Eleven

Sutton

“Do what you have to do,” I demanded frantic with nervous energy. I’d never been a nervous one. Cool under pressure. A rock in the storm. Others could lean on me.

My mate, my fated omega, edging toward death? I was a fucking mess.

“Okay. He’s going to be in some significant pain, but I’m going to do what I can to help him. This isn’t going to be pretty, but at no point are you going to attack me.” Sebastian, the healer they’d called in for the purpose of torturing my mate, had a point.

“Get the bear,” I growled.

Sebastian phoned Tyrus. In a matter of seconds, my bear friend came in and stood next to me.

“He’s going to try and break the bond Raven had with his old mate. It’s going to hurt him. I’m afraid…”

“Yeah. No worries. I won’t let you take it out on the healer.”

I nodded once and gripped the side of my chair for some kind of anchor. “Go on, Sebastian. If this bond is killing him, then break the damned thing.”

“I’m going to try.”

Two days after that conversation, my omega was in more pain than ever. He only woke to thrash and scream before passing out again. Sweat dripped from his body, although the cabin was cool, no heat on at all. Two days since he’d eaten anything.

Two days since I’d seen anything in his eyes that would reveal the bond had been broken.

Raven was worse off than ever.

“How is he?” Tyrus came in without knocking. He and Sloan were the only ones who had checked on us. I didn’t blame the others. They had beef with him. But, for my sake, because they were my friends, I wished they had stopped by or called.

“Worse.” I tugged at the roots of my hair. “I don’t know what to do. At this rate, he’s going to die.”

That was the first time I’d uttered the words, but they had never been truer.

“Let’s ask the healer to come back. Maybe there’s something else that can be done. Hell, we’ll call in some witches if we have to. You’re a part of this team, and this is your mate. Period.”

“Call him, please.”

I took the opportunity, listening to Tyrus speak to Sebastian, to change Raven’s sheets and whisper my love into his ear. There had to be a part of him that could hear me.

If this didn’t work, and Raven was never whole again, I would make an enemy of Fate.

Never trust my life to her again.

Less than a half hour later, Sebastian came in and checked Raven’s vitals—none too impressed.

“We’re going to have to do this the more dangerous way, Sutton.”

“The more—” I choked on the response. “What’s more dangerous than what he’s going through now? Look at him. He hasn’t done anything but writhe in pain for days.”

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