Page 60 of My Pucking Family

What if she's too light for my darkness?

What if my darkness kills her like my father's killed my mother?

I shake the negative thoughts plaguing me, knowing that if there is a being in this universe that can handle me, it's the little spitfire sitting next to me, staring out the window. The Goddess gave her to me for a reason. I will not let either of them down.

The fasten seat belts sign blinks to life, indicating that we're going to begin our descent.

“Hey, Princess. Are you okay?” I ask, pulling her belt around her and clicking it in place.

She smiles, but it's weak and worried. “I just hope he's okay. We just got to start getting to know each other. And if he's hurt this badly, what about India? If they're at his pack, is his pack okay? Is this all because of me again? Have more people been hurt because of me?”

“Shhhh,” I soothe as I wipe a single tear off of her face. “No matter what we find, none of this is your fault. The only ones at fault are the people doing this. I promise you, no matter what we have to do or however long it takes, we will figure it all out and end this.”

She nods and takes a deep breath, then asks, “Slate, were you able to find anything else?”

He meets her eyes and slowly shakes his head. “I'm sorry.”

“We'll know what's going on soon enough. We're landing now,” Benny says with a crooked, hopeful smile.

When we finally pull the car to a stop, just outside Khaos' territory, she flies out of the car without giving any of us a chance to make sure it's safe.

Move fast. Check the perimeter for any lingering threats,I instruct my men.

“Leera, where are you going?!” I shout as I sprint to catch up to her.

“To get my brother!” she yells back over her shoulder.

Their bond. She's following it.I realize.

Jeanine, you and the others follow us.

Thankful that my legs are longer than hers, it only takes me a minute to catch up to her. It felt like it took longer, knowing that she could be running head first into an attacker. All of a sudden, she jerks herself right, runs up two more steps, then stops in her tracks and screams.

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The scream that escapes me without my consent hurts my throat nearly as much as my body and soul ache as I take in the scene in front of me.

There is quite literally a trail of dead bodies leading to Khaos. I try to talk to him, but there's blood everywhere, and the squelch of every step I take makes me gag.

Noticing my trouble, Roman picks me up and carries me to Khaos. I would say he's unphased by the blood, but that's the wrong word. He's definitely phased, just not in the same way as I am. Where I'm horrified and trying not to hurl my guts up, he's furious. The anger is radiating off of him in nearly visible waves.

I have to remind myself that he's seven hundred and thirteen years old and the commander of a werewolf army. Of course,he's unphased by the gore surrounding us.

When we finally reach where Khaos lies, I scramble out of his arms. He's hesitant to release me, but he finally gives in.

It takes all of my self-control not to launch myself at his tattered body to hold him close. I hover my hands around his body, begging it to hold on. If he looks like this hours after calling us, how bad did he look before? I know they have faster healing than people.

“Khaos,” I choke. “Can you hear me?”

His eyes immediately flutter before he raises his eyelids about half way. “You came.”

“What? Of course, we came. We're here,” I cry, looking around at the devastation everywhere. “What happened?”

“Leera, honey, slow down. He needs Jeanine,” Roman says softly.

“You'll be okay. You have to be okay.” I continue to cry as I hold Khaos' hand against my chest when I hear a shaky intake of breath.

I lift my eyes to find Roman staring at me, his eyes wide in shock.

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