Page 70 of Malcolm

Where were the people who’d said they loved her so much?

Her mind was slipping, and no one was there to protect her from falling. She wanted to live normally, but a single name had ruined the world she’d built around herself.

She was too broken to do anything about the pain in her heart.

“Eliza—”

“Go away!” she screamed, frantically retreating further back from the door. The black water rising to take her under also covered the door, wriggling like a mass of tentacles. “Leave me alone!”

“Eliza,” Malcolm’s voice cut through the mad haze. “Eliza, let me in, love.”

She didn’t want to; she didn’t want him to see her like this. She looked at the mirror and screamed at the face there. It was her face, but not her.

“Who was that person?”

Their eyes were white, their hair wild, and surgery scars covered every inch of her Frankenstein-like body. Where was she in that person in the mirror?

“No, stop,” she yelled; she couldn’t return to that.

“Stay away,” she screeched.

Magic ripped from her body, slamming into the mirror, shattering it; the door shook before it caved in, and a large brown wolf stood there, filling up the entire doorway. Its height and size, larger than the average wolf found in the wild. Greenish yellow eyes blazed as they zeroed in on her.

For a second, there was only silence as she took in the animal that had broken down her door. With a rush all the scroll writing rushed up her body as her eyes lost their color and her hair grew less wild.

“Please, make it stop,” she begged, and with a shocking abruptness her eyes rolled back, and she passed out.

Malcolm changed back into a man, catching her just in time. He looked around the bathroom; the destruction was only a portion of her power. Looking down at her, he sighed before rising with her in his arms. He turned to meet his sister's worried gaze. “What happened?”

Morgan shook her head as she rubbed her arms. “She came in looking terrified, but she refused to talk to us.” She motioned Lilly and herself. “She ran into the bathroom and—” She left off.

Malcolm

He looked down at her peaceful face; the lettering was disappearing as her breathing became normal again. He nodded. “Grab her things. She’ll be staying with me in my lodge.”

His sister weighed him for a moment before she gave a short nod and walked away. She motioned to Morgan. “Help me gather her things.”

“But—” Morgan bit her lip, glancing at Malcolm before she nodded. “Okay.”

The two women put her stuff into her duffel. Malcolm hadn’t expected something to happen so soon. He’d been sure she was okay now, but something had triggered her. Once she was awake, he’d ask her, but for now, he’d bring her with him.

They had been sleeping together till she’d moved out, and he knew she’d been trying to regain control, which is why she moved out. However, that little bit of control led to this. He tightened his hold of her; she could sleep in his bed, and he’d sleep on the floor.

“This is everything,” his sister said. Agun walked towards her and took it from her. They left his sister's lodging together and went to his own house.

“Alpha taking her to your room is…” Agun trailed off.

“I know what it means,” Malcolm said, not bothering to speak further. The clan would see this as him taking her in officially as his mate. Their behavior before had been accepted as he’d kept a respectful distance, and it was understood her trauma called for human touch. But this, this was another thing.Here at the Ceilidh, a man taking a woman into his place of lodging was a sign of mating.

He lifted her and pressed his forehead against hers. “There is nothing to be done. Fate has its way, no matter the plans of humanity.

Agun watched his Alpha holding the female in his arms and knew the two would mate. The clan had known this since they’d seen the two together. The two seemed to breathe and exist as if one. It was clear they carried each other’s soul, and the only result that would come from someone trying to separate them would be chaos.

“I understand, Alpha.”

“Do you?” Malcolm asked once they reached the steps of his lodgings. He glanced over his shoulder, his green eyes holding an odd look. “Do you really understand?”

Agun frowned. “I think so.”

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