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Emily is now safe on the other side of the fence while I’m still in the forsaken territory. I turn my head to see three forsaken stalking toward me, teeth bared. I frantically start pushing her, hoping to get under before they reach me.

Forcing my head and shoulders under the fence, I am just pulling myself through when I feel teeth sink into both my ankles. I scream, holding on to Emily's naked, unconscious body as they try ripping me back under the fence. My fingers slip and I desperately try to turn in an attempt to grab the fence, when another set of teeth sink into my thigh, and I’m yanked back under the fence at an alarming speed. My scream of agony makes my own ears ring as I stagger to my hands and knees, only for one of them to pounce on my back and start tearing into me.

ChapterSeventy-Four

Valen

“Everly!” I call after walking up the steps to her apartment and pushing the door open. I get no answer. Valarian ducks off to his room, and I can hear Zoe coming up the steps behind me. Wandering through the place, I walk into her room to find her uniform on the bed. As I head back to the living room, Zoe enters, dumping Casey's stuff on the table.

“Have you seen Everly? She didn't answer when I called on my way here,” I ask her.

“No, she was in the restaurant earlier; I thought she would be here.” Zoe shrugs. “Maybe ask Tatum? Wasn't he on guard duty today?”

“No, he had to go to a border patrol meeting today,” I tell her when Zoe picks up her phone.

“Ah, she’s gone on a run at the reserve,” Zoe says, and I walk over, snatching the phone from her fingertips. The text message was sent two hours ago. My heart skips a beat. That’s far too long, and I’m worried, knowing the borderlines aren't secure.

“Watch Valarian,” I tell her, taking off and jumping over the guardrail on the balcony. Landing on the ground, I race toward the back end of the hotel property. I’ve been calling her for over two hours. She wouldn’t have been gone that long. She told me herself, she can't last that long in her wolf form. I have a bad feeling about this.

As I run for the back of the property, I hear Zoe call out to me, but I don’t stop. Instead, I hit the gate so hard it flies open and smashes into the fence, sniffing the air for any sign of her as I run. I find her scent coming to a log before reaching into it and pulling out her bag. I open the mind-link, ordering all my men to this side of the border to find her as I frantically look between the trees.

“Everly!” I scream out to her. My chest squeezes painfully—something feels like it’s tugging. Goosebumps are rising on my arms, and I just know something terrible has happened. I don’t even get three steps before the shift takes over, and I’m racing through the forest on huge paws, looking for any sign of her. I cursed myself that she wasn't marked because I would have found her in seconds.

Partway through the woods, I hear a scream, and my stomach drops.

Adrenaline courses through me as I tear toward the sound, her screams becoming louder and the sounds of snarls and fighting reaching my ears. I skid into the fence, my paws digging into the earth as I slam against it. My heart stops at what I see.

Three forsaken are tearing into her, and she’s covered in blood as she tries desperately to shift. Racing along the fence line, I try to find a way out to her when she yelps. She just managed to shift when a brown, matted one rips into her neck, flinging her across the dirt.

I back up, looking at the fence and its coils of razor wire wrapping around the top. I shift back before backing up further and running at the fence, grabbing the mesh with my fingers and climbing it before jumping over the top. The wire tangles around my arms, torso, and legs, tearing at my flesh, and I feel it drag across my entire body before my weight carries me to the other side.

My entire body slices to pieces as I hit the ground mid-shift. My paws hit the dirt, and I growl viciously, the sound more of a roar. They freeze, all spinning toward the new intruder. My eyes immediately go to Everly, who is trying to crawl away, looking on the verge of death. One of her legs is broken, her shinbone jutting out past her skin, and I can’t see a clear speck of flesh that isn’t drenched in blood.

The forsaken turn their full attention on me, snapping and snarling as they try to circle me. Not giving them time to make the first move, I attack, tearing into one while the other two rip into me. I barely feel their bites as I pull them apart, utterly numb with my rage as I tear into the brown one's neck and shake my head.

Fur and blood—including mine—sprays around everywhere, coating the ground. I can feel my men getting closer as I instantly kill the first one before pivoting and sinking my teeth into the second one's face, tearing his ear off before biting his muzzle.

The crunch of his teeth breaking and his blood getting into my mouth makes me lock my jaw while the other tears into my side and back leg, trying to get me off him. His wails and screams echo as I feel his jaw snap and pop. I let go, turning on the third and ripping into his right, hind leg, the bone cracking between my teeth under the pressure, and I shake my head.

He yelps and howls as I rip his leg off just as the other one hits me from the side, but he has no control of his jaw as it hangs limply. I tear into his neck, slamming him down into the ground before tearing a chunk out.

Tatum is running toward us, and I gasp when I see Alpha John's giant, gray wolf lock its jaws around the forsaken's neck, snapping it in one bite before he repeatedly slams it on the ground.

My men emerge from everywhere. Blood drenches me and my wounds aren’t healing very quickly, but I only have one aim, and that is Everly. Rushing toward her, I find her leg is indeed broken, her side is torn open severely, and a chunk from her thigh is gone. I start licking her wounds, and she pushes my face away.

“Stop, you're injured,” she whispers, pushing my head with her hand again, and I snap at her fingers, ignoring her.

“Tatum, help Emily!” Everly cries, and I lift my head from her hip to see her point toward the fence line. Tatum rushes over, and I see my men help him tug at the panel to get to her better. Everly's hand drops, and so does the rest of her as she passes out, almost as if her body just gave up on her now she knows she’s safe.

I keep licking her wounds, sealing them, so they stop bleeding before shifting back when I notice her father coming over. He sniffs her neck, and I snarl at him before scooping her up in my arms. He also shifts back, looking everywhere but at his daughter's naked body in my arms. I tuck her closer, shielding her nudity.

“What are you doing here?” I growl at him.

“Your men rushed out of the meeting; I figured something had happened and followed,” he snaps back at me. His eyes go to Everly's face, her head falling back in my arms.

“She's going to be alright?” he asks before clenching his jaw and looking away.

“She will be,” I tell him, turning my back on him and stalking off to the pulled-down fence.

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