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My wolf howls and thrashes inside me until my hands shift into claws and dig into the aged wood. It’s keeping me steady for now, but what happens when my weight becomes too much for the already fractured and broken wood?
“Fucking help,” I whisper, even though I mean to scream it.
No one is coming. They might not even be in the village. Was there a problem with the humans in the forest? Another sighting? Is that why Patrick pulled Angela away?
Are they dealing with a greater danger and that’s why no one is around? Are we under attack? Is the pack okay?
A crack fills the air, and I slip down even farther. The spike of wood presses into my sternum. My fingers slip on the ledge as sweat coats my skin. I wheeze out another, “help,” but it’s so low, I barely hear it.
My chest aches as I suck in a rasping breath through my nose. A piece of wood snaps from the stair and hits the floor below me with a thud. I slip again and the stair digs into my chest, so my already ragged breaths come out in short pants.
Dizziness from lack of air has my fingers slipping again, and I’m lodged all the way into stair.
My feet dangle, kicking on their own volition as I rasp for breath.
I’m going to die. The pain in my chest is excruciating to the point I want to pass out, but I can’t do that.
My lids grow heavy, and I slump over the top of the stair. Why is no one coming to check on me?
I blink repeatedly to keep from falling asleep. Where is Archer? Is he out with some rogue not caring about what could be happening with the pack?
I wish I could see his reaction when he finds my body. A whispered laugh escapes me. Would he even care?
My fingers slowly go numb and slip from the stair. I’m done for. There’s no way out of this unless a miracle happens.
Will someone find me? My lids grow heavier; they aren’t going to last much longer.
A tear slides down my cheek for Archer, even though he will be fine. My only regret is that I never got to tell him how I really feel about him.
I would never trade this life for anything else. Even after all he’s put me through. I still love him, no matter what he’s done. My stupid heart can’t help it.
My eyes fall closed.
Archer’s brown eyes furrow in concern behind them.
Don’t you fucking die on me, mate. You open those beautiful green eyes and fight.
I’m so tired, Archer. I can’t breathe.My eyes close tight. I can’t keep them open.
The thumping of my heart slows to a slow thud and stutters. I don’t have much time left.
I’m going to fucking die and I wonder if anyone will even mourn me? Will Archer mourn me, or will he fill my spot as his mate?
With one last wheezing breath, my eyes roll back and blackness engulfs me.
18
Archer
The pack village is empty and devoid of sound. What happened here? Is the pack okay?
“Where is everyone?” I ask as I slam the door to the truck.
“Patrick and the others are out in the east forest. They are waiting for us.” Alex points to trees near where Jara and Libby were found in the forest only days ago.
“Did he ever say what he’s found that’s so concerning?” I take a step away from the house.
My wolf growls as an almost imperceptible whimper reaches my ears. I turn back to the house.
