Page 106 of Savage Fate

Beckett gave a frustrated sigh. “As entertaining as this conversation is, we have more important information to discuss today. Three more shifter bodies have been found with the same cause of death and dropped at various locations.”

Saint cleared his throat. “And two of my pack members are missing. They’re both bitten shifters.”

Dread tore a hole through my stomach. “Who?”

“Bonnie and Josh.” Saint dragged a hand through his ebony locks. “They were visiting another pack a few days ago and never returned.”

The weight of his guilt and sadness crashed into me, and I wanted to rush across the room and hug him. As alpha, Saint was supposed to protect the pack, and this made him feel like a failure.

“I’m sorry,” I muttered, my heart breaking for him. Josh had been the healer taking care of Hailey while we were there. “Is there something we can do?”

“I’ve sent out patrols to search for them, and so have the nearby packs, but we’ve had no luck.” Saint captured his bottom lip between his teeth. “Have you seen Bonnie or Josh in a vision?”

I rubbed my forehead and tried to recall every vision I’d had recently, but I rarely saw faces. “I’m not sure.”

Saint took his phone out and slid it across the table. “Take a look at a few pictures. Maybe it’ll jog your memory.”

Josh’s smiling image popped up on the screen, his arm slung around a girl I hadn’t met. She had dirty-blond curls to her shoulders and vibrant blue eyes, almost as bright as a demon’s.

“Bonnie has a couple of star tattoos on her wrist.” He motioned toward his phone, so I flipped through the photos to find one of her with the ink on display. “And Josh has scars on his abdomen from fighting rogue shifters a long time ago. Three horizontal claw marks.”

My lips pressed together as I studied each image. “I’m sorry, Saint. I don’t think I’ve seen them.” Not yet, anyway.

He nodded and jammed his fingers through his hair. “Maybe The Collective has them. If so, they could still be alive.”

“We can—” A flood of fear suddenly washed over me, and I gripped the edges of the table to keep from falling out of the chair.

“What’s wrong?”Fane’s voice in my head was distant, like I was underwater.“Tate?”

The council room faded, and I floated further from reality as another vision took hold of me…

Black walls erected around me,pressing in on all sides. Pain pulsated across my legs and arms while hot liquid oozed down them.

Blood.

“Please, just let me go.” My voice, much deeper than my own, cracked. “I don’t want to die.”

Cloaked forms moved around the room, their white masks blurring in and out of focus. Sinister laughter slithered from beneath them.

Strange chants filled the air, like a myriad of hushed voices all twisted into an eerie melody. Ominous symbols stained the walls, their paint still wet and glistening.

No. That wasn’t paint.

That was blood.

My blood.

I gagged on the metallic scent. Sweat ran down my temples, and my clothes stuck to me. My pulse thundered as I tried to move, but the restraints around my wrists and ankles binding me to the table only tightened.

“Where is she? What did you do to her?”

She?

A large figure slinked forward, brandishing a bloody knife. “The same thing we’re going to do to you, wolf.” He lifted a metal bowl with archaic symbols carved on the outside. Crimson speckled the edges.

And then he tilted it to reveal the contents.

A scream tore from my mouth as a bloody organ slid around the inside. “What did you do, you sick bastards!”

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