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Because it wasn’t just Blake’s life on the line. Our bond meant that if anything happened to him, it would affect me too.
More than that—Blake was mine, and I wasn’t about to let anything take him from me.
The scent of Blake grew stronger as I neared the trees.
My ears picked up on the subtle sounds of his footsteps, uneven but determined, as he tried to navigate through the thick underbrush.
He wasn’t far now, but something else caught my attention—the unmistakable growls of wolves.
They were close, too close for comfort.
I cursed under my breath and broke into a full sprint, my muscles burning as I pushed through the trees. The wolves had found him.
The howls grew louder, more aggressive, and then I saw them—three rogue wolves, circling Blake like vultures.
He was backed up against a tree, holding a branch like a makeshift weapon. His face was pale, but his eyes blazed with defiance.
My chest tightened. I admired his courage, but he wouldn’t last long against them. Not like this.
Without a second thought, I launched myself forward, my body moving on pure instinct.
The first wolf barely had time to react before I grabbed it by the scruff of its neck and hurled it into a nearby tree.
It whimpered and fell to the ground, motionless. The second wolf lunged at me, fangs bared, but I was faster.
I dodged its attack and delivered a swift kick to its ribs, sending it sprawling.
The third wolf hesitated, eyeing me warily. It growled low in its throat, but it knew better than to attack.
With a final snarl, it turned and fled into the shadows, disappearing into the forest.
Panting, I turned back to Blake, who was still pressed against the tree, his eyes wide with shock and something else—relief, maybe?
Gratitude?
“Are you okay?” I asked, my voice softer now, the heat of battle fading from my veins.
He nodded, but his legs gave out, and he slid to the ground, exhausted.
I knelt beside him, my heart pounding in my chest.
“I told you, Blake. You can’t run from me,” I said, my voice low and possessive. “You’re mine.”
Blake looked up at me, his breathing ragged. His lips parted as if to protest, but no words came out.
Instead, he just stared at me, his blue eyes full of confusion and something else, something that made my heart skip a beat.
And in that moment, I knew—I’d do anything to protect him.
BLAKE
“This is embarrassing. Put me down!” I demanded, but it was no use.
Samuel had already scooped me up like I didn’t weigh a thing, holding me firmly against his chest as he carried me back to the cabin.
My face burned with outrage, but beneath that, something else simmered—a mix of confusion and something I didn’t want to name.
Samuel’s eyes no longer glowed gold with the intensity of battle, but the memory of that fight still took my breath away, not that I’d ever tell him.
