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Chapter 55.-2
Carefully, I made my way back to the trunk and tried to ground myself. There would be no shifting up here. I had a feeling my wolf would not handle being in a tree well.
While I waited, my mind wandered. What was Rhyson doing now? It was mid-afternoon. Had he had lunch with his sister and his mate? Were he and Gemma making up for lost time?
My heart hurt. I tried to be happy for him. He was going to have the future that he deserved. He’d still want to be a father to his son. That was the kind of man he was. Our child would still be loved.
That was enough for me, but Goddess, it still hurt. I’d been so sure that Rhyson was my mate. I wasn’t sure how I’d be able to raise my child with him, knowing that this gnawing pain in my chest
would never go away.
Or maybe it would. Maybe in time, we’d heal.
We had to live first.
The wind blew through the trees, and his scent hit me hard. Champ.
He was fucking close.
Shaking, I leaned forward and braced both hands on the branch. I pulled out my knife, holding it in my mouth, and moved until I could get a clear path down. I’d have to time this just right.
Champ’s wolf snarled as he moved, nose to the ground, and I was pleased to see the blood in his fur. He wasn’t still bleeding, but I’d injured him some. That was something. Without my wolf, I’d have to injure him several times with the knife: something to incapacitate him, and then severing his jugular and maybe a knife to the heart just to be sure. Something he couldn’t heal from.
If I wasn’t fast enough, he’d snap my neck. Fuck. This was a suicide mission.
I didn’t have a choice. Eventually, he’d find me in this tree, and I’d be a sitting duck. Either I took him
out, or I would die with my child.
I would not accept death for either one of us.
Champ’s head popped up, and I froze. He’d caught my scent. He should follow it to the base of the
tree.
Come on, asshole.
I let memories slide through me. Every time he scarred me, marking me for his own entertainment. Every horrifying whisper about how I belonged to him. Every twinkle of glee in his eyes when I cried
out from pain.
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Chapter 55-2
They fueled me.
He would never touch me again.
Claim
The motherfucker walked right under me, and I felt myself let go of everything as I released the
branch. The world slowed and fell silent. I grabbed the knife from my mouth and whispered the words into the world that I so desperately wanted Rhyson to hear.
“I love you. I wish I’d told you. I wish I’d had one more night in your arms. One moment where I’d
pushed everything away and felt only you. I’m sorry.”
Maybe the wind would carry my words to him. Or maybe someone else would whisper them to
him.
A scream ripped from my lips just as I landed on the gray wolf and plunged the dagger into his
side. His wolf screamed in pain as he rolled, throwing me to the ground. Teeth sank into my arm,
and I instinctively shoved him off me.
No. NO!
Crying out, I lunged forward, but it was too late. Champ had released me and moved.
The dagger was still embedded in his side.
I’d lost.
Rhyson. I’m so sorry.
Champ lunged.
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