Page 128 of The Omega's Bloodlinem: Part Two

Are they…Even telepathy was draining. …alive?

“Unconscious, but yes. I don’t know what the fuck to do. Dr. Atling is too far away for telepathy to reach and I don’t even know who I’d call. Are there hospitals around here that treat shifters?”

I wanted to tell him it would be okay, that we’d figure something out.

“Also, who the fuck is this guy that burst out of the aether?”

Instead of answering, I closed my eyes, letting the darkness take me.

If everyone could stop going unconscious around me for five fucking minutes, that would be fabulous. I didn’t want to leave any of them but I needed to get help. After rolling each one of my fallen packmates into the recovery position, I stared down the road. I had no idea how much power was left in my amulet, how many more shifts it would sustain. If I became a panther to run to find help, would I be able to shift back and communicatewith anyone? Could I even bring back a human doctor? The wards were broken now. If I called for an ambulance, would they be able to see the nest, get through the gates to help? How the fucking fuck would I explainanyof this?

“Yeah, Officer, nothing weird about seven unconscious people in the woods next to a building you had no idea existed.” Gods. They’d launch a whole investigation and the nest would have to shut down permanently once the humans knew about it. But if I didn’t… What if one of them died because I couldn’t get them help fast enough?

A burst of magic knocked me on my ass and four women appeared out of thin air. One squawked and plunked down onto her butt, clutching her forehead. “Holy shit, head rush.”

I didn’t recognize her, but the flash of red hair next to her had my heart stopping. “Rachel?”

She held up one finger, as if trying to hit a magical pause button on my questions. “Where’s the witch?”

I tried to reply, but my voice refused to cooperate so I simply pointed to the ground next to me.

“Check on the others,” Rachel commanded, dragging a witch with waist-length braids and warm brown skin over to Logan. Rachel refused to look at me while her companion applied glowing hands to my mate. My mouth still wouldn’t work to ask what they were doing, and when I tried to inch closer, Rachel’s hand came up once more and my muscles stopped obeying me.

Fucking shit. Was she using magic on me? Was that allowed? I was pretty sure witches weren’t supposed to use magic that controlled another person’s body unless it was an emergency situation, and the threat here had already been neutralized.

Logan sucked in a heaving breath and relief rushed over me like a tsunami.

“There we go.” The healer gave a satisfied smile. “Back from the brink. Let’s see what other damage there was.”

I sat completely frozen while the healer worked, fighting the hold of Rachel’s magic when she reached for Caden.Don’t touch him.

Rachel’s hand paused midair. She looked exactly the same as I remembered, maybe a bit more tired, but her eyes were still an unnerving electric blue, her hair like a cascade of fire.I don’t think you’re in a position to make demands.

Why are you here? What the fuck is going on?

She sighed, as if my questions were born out of audacity and not overwhelming confusion. “The situation here has spread through the grapevine. I got the location from Anya and figured I might get here in time to help fix the ancestral mess. Arrived too late for that, but I was with witches who could help.”

You…were coming to help?

Is that so hard to believe?

I mean, yeah.

She didn’t look the least bit admonished.

Another healer seemed to be working on the rest of the pack, though I could only see her out of the corner of my eye. She had blue and purple hair and moved about quickly on the edge of my field of vision.

Is Logan okay?I asked the healer nearest to me.

“She will be. Physically, anyway. There’s no magic left in her, but I can heal the harm done to her body. I’m sorry we didn’t arrive sooner. It was a delicate balance between Cecily having enough reserved magic to teleport all four of us at once and not arriving in the thick of things, risking everyone’s magic. Heather gave us a brief rundown of the situation. You’re all lucky to be alive.”

Heather. Did she just hide from everyone her entire life? I supposed I should count us lucky that she decided to show up to help instead of disappearing again.

What happened to you?I asked Rachel.

She tapped a finger to her lips and at that same moment it felt like she put a muzzle on my telepathy. What the actual fuck? Fear battled against indignant fury. Had she always been this dangerous? Could she stop my heart and lungs as easily as she stopped everything else?Wouldshe?

My mind tumbled around the last time I had physically seen her, after we ran away and before she had disappeared. She’d been sweet once, hadn’t she? Maybe my rose-colored glasses had been too thick to notice any red flags.

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