Page 46 of Savage Desire

I can’t breathe.

What the fuck is going on with me?

Squeezing my eyes shut, I will the pain to leave, but if anything, it grows stronger.

Fuck.

I drop to my knees, my vision blurring for a second as I shake my head, but it only leaves me more disoriented. The grimoire slips from my hands, but it’s the least of my worries as I let my head fall into my hands, my fingertips digging into my scalp with a desperation I’ve never experienced before.

A hand lands on my shoulder, but I can’t bear it. I shake my head, my mouth parting as I think of words, hoping they come out, but I can’t be sure. Thankfully, they remove their hand, but relief is nowhere to be found.

Snarling, I force my eyes open, letting my hands fall to the grass as I spy Declan and Blaze still fighting. The sight burns my brain, an overwhelming sense of fear running through my veins.

“No,” I breathe, or think, I’m not sure, but in the next breath, Blaze pauses, his eyes darting to me. His eyebrows gather, confusion morphing his face, and Declan uses the pause to his advantage, swinging his fist at Blaze’s face.

I cringe at the contact, the burning sensation in my mind all-consuming as I press my hands deeper into the blades of grass, but I can’t even feel it. It’s as if I’m floating, suspended in the air, stretched and ruined all at once.

I can’t feel anything, I can’t smell anything, I can’t see anything.

All I know for certain is one thing, and it’s so overwhelming, it’s almost as if it’s my thought, my feeling transpiring inside of me, it’s so strong.

He’s going to kill him—Declan—he’s going to kill again. It’s as if I can feel the promise in his veins, the desperation in his heart, and the feral rage as if it’s my own.

I don’t care much for Blaze, but it wouldn’t be just Blaze… it would be another too.

Anyone here.

Me.

Facing death because of an uncontrollable wolf with a grudge no one seems to understand.

I try to take a deep breath, but it’s futile. Instead, I sink my teeth into my bottom lip, enough to taste the bite of copper on my tongue, and my eyelids pry open.

Blaze is flat on his back, Declan above him, slamming punch after punch into his face as Wylder tries to pull him off. I hiss as I force myself to my feet, swaying with the breeze as I almost trip over the grimoire, but there’s no time to worry about that. I need to stop this.

“Polaris, no.”

My head rolls as I turn, feeling completely disconnected from my body as I find Asher towering over me. Concern is etched into his features as he grabs my shoulders, but I shake my head, desperation using me as a vessel as I sway, black spots dancing in my vision.

“You have to stop them.” It’s a plea on my tongue, one that makes Asher’s brows pull even tighter together.

“Let’s get you out of here,” he murmurs, and my fingers coil into his t-shirt, a sudden strength filling my body as I freeze, meeting his stare.

“He’s going to kill him. Make it stop or I have to,” I gasp, my hold going limp as my breath falls in short, sharp bursts.

He blinks at me.

Once.

Twice.

I don’t know what I’m doing or saying because I sure as hell can’t make them stop if Wylder can’t, but I know in my soul I’ll jump into the chaos if someone else doesn’t first.

“Polaris,” Tatum breathes, appearing at Asher’s side, and I feel a single tear trickle down my cheek, the emotion coming from somewhere deep. His lips part, but no words come out when an almighty snarl ripples through the air, finished with a ripple of gasps taking over the gathered students.

I turn, even more sluggish with Asher’s hands still on me, and watch in horror as Blaze kicks Declan off him, the wolf sailing through the air with a whoosh, landing a few feet away from me, a tangle of limbs as he lies still.

I breathe in, the air thick in my lungs, but it suddenly seems more possible.

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