Chapter 45-2
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“No you won’t.” Troy looked almost bored as he stared at Bridget who still writhed on the ground. ”
You need her, and we both know it.”
Dean’s claws dug in deeper. “Why do you even care? She can’t even feel your mating bond. You’re fighting for a mate who doesn’t even want you. Let me have her, and you get your life back. I can make a deal with Morven. Let your pack have your land.”
My heart froze. Hold up.
Troy didn’t think I could feel the mating bond? Is that why he kept pushing me away even after
everything?
In that moment, I almost hated him. If he’d just said something, I could have told him just how much I feel him, feel everything. Every pulse of that damn bond. Every pull. Every ache. Every quiet thing we refused to say out loud. And all this time, he thought it was just him?
Tears stung my eyes.
“You’re a damn fool,” I spat, my voice cracked and bitter.
Dean snarled. “What did you just say, you stupid bitch?!”
“She wasn’t talking to you.” Troy’s voice cut through, low and sharp as a blade. His eyes burned into mine. “She was talking to me. And she’s right.”
He took a step forward, gold flaring in his irises. “Where is Morven? How were you planning to get
her off this land?”
Everything happened in slow motion. I was so focused on Troy, and he was so focused on me, that I’d taken my eyes off Bridget. She was still crying, but she was on the ground.
And she was digging.
I smelled the gunpowder just as the sun hit the glint of metal,
That’s what they had buried. A gun. They’d brought two, but Dean had fucked up when he shot his father. He had to leave his gun behind to make it look like a suicide.
But one was all Bridget needed.
I screamed a warning just as she turned the gun and fired.
Troy went down, and my wolf came tearing out of me.
Dean barely had time to flinch before I spun on him, grabbed his filthy, snarling face and cracked it
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against the boulder so hard my arms vibrated from the force. His head thudded against stone, and
when those yellow eyes flared, I slammed him again.
Harder.
Dead wolves don’t shift.
The gun went off again-sharp, hot pain flared through my side-but it didn’t matter. I launched
myself at Bridget. My teeth sank into her throat, and she whimpered just once before I tore her
jugular.
The bond in me dimmed, and I turned to see Troy.
He hadn’t shifted yet.
Why hadn’t he shifted?
He’d die if he didn’t shift.
He was lying still-too still-his chest barely rising. Blood pooled beneath him, and that damn bond
between us…it was flickering. Thin. Weak.
He was dying.
Shit. I was dying too.
I stumbled, legs giving out beneath me, whimpering as I tried to shift back. I needed hands. I
needed to dig that bullet out and drag him out of here if I had to.
My wolf whimpered and just…stayed.
No. What was happening? She never disobeyed me.
She wasn’t disobeying.
Horror tore through me.
She couldn’t shift.
Something was in the bullet.
Something keeping us both from changing.
I was a null, magic wasn’t supposed to touch me. It wasn’t supposed to work on me.
I dropped to my knees beside Troy, sobbing. His face was pale. His lips bloodied. The bond between us barely pulsing.
I wasn’t losing him.
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I clenched my jaw and shut my eyes. If I couldn’t shift through instinct, I’d do it through force. Through sheer fucking will. I dove into the part of me I always avoided-the pit of nothing. The
place where my power slept.
And there it was.
Buried in the inky darkness. A dim pulse of gold, like it was trying to hide from me.
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Once I focused on it, I harnessed it. Watched it grow bigger and bolder. It wanted to take me over, but it had nothing to feed on.
I was the void.
Magic tore through my body. Bones cracked, muscles snapped. And then… I shifted. One second wolf, the next human.
And I wasn’t alone.
“Hello, Kiana.”
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