Chapter 62-1
Troy
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Kiana was nowhere to be found. Even though I knew for a fact that it wasn’t Kiana screaming, that
was all that I could think about. She was not here by my side.
My fault. I was so worried about her that I’d crossed a line and pushed her away. Again.
When would I learn my fucking lesson?
The scream sounded again, and I was on my feet and racing from my house. Claudine, London, and Morven were all gone since we’d taken a break. My wolves were appearing from buildings and trees, following the sounds of the screams. They led me along a familiar path.
The path that would lead me straight to Irene’s cottage.
The witches.
“Cam!” Claudine’s voice rose above the trees followed closely by her roar. Filled with fear, I ran faster. Irene. I’d brought her back and promised that I would protect her. Now, all I’d done was surround her with people who could hurt her.
I broke through the trees toward the house. Claudine was crouching near her witch who was struggling to a standing position. Blood poured down her arm.
“Cam,” I snarled and raced to her side. “Irene? Ava! Janelle!”
“They’re not here,” Cam whispered as she fell back to the ground.
Claudine shifted and crouched over her witch. “Heal yourself. Your father could do it.”
With a wry laugh, Cam grabbed the older woman’s hand. “How many times do I have to remind you that I am not my father.”
Wolves approached from the tree line. “Get me a healer or a witch. Now!” I roared. They disappeared, and I leaned over Cam. Claudine snarled at me, but I didn’t pay any attention. The
wound was deep.
Werewolf claws.
“Who did this to her? One of your wolves attacked her!” Claudine shouted at me.
Ignoring her, I pressed my hand to the wound. “Cam, do you know who attacked you?”
The witch didn’t respond.
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A shadow passed over me, and I looked up to see Irene hurrying our way. “What happened?” She
asked as she knelt down.
“I don’t know. Where are the other witches?”
“I don’t know. We all needed a break from each other. My cottage was getting tinier by the minute,” Irene muttered as she pushed my hand away and examined the wound. Pressing a hand over it, she closed her eyes. “Hesserati,” she whispered.
At first, nothing happened. Muttering under her breath, she shifted around and took a deep breath.
“Hesserati Avit.”
Slowly, the wound started to knit together. Irene shuddered and fell back.
So her magic had returned. When she caught me staring, she immediately averted her eyes.
“She’ll still need to see a healer. I could feel the infection in the wound.”
Rising, I picked her up. “I’ll get her to the infirmary,” I told Claudine. “You can come with me. And you, Irene. I think maybe you should come with me as well.”
“Troy,” she whispered.
“Not now.” My witch had been keeping the truth from me. First Bridget tried to kill my mate. Now my witch, who I’d risked everything to save, was lying to me? I had the most powerful wolves staying in my house. What the hell was I going to do when they started questioning my leadership?
The way things were going, I was going to have to start questioning it myself.
Saul met us halfway to the infirmary with a stretcher, but other than being unconscious, Cam was fine. After examining her, Saul confirmed that she did have a deep infection, but she would be fine after some antibiotics and rest.
Claudine never stopped glaring at me. “So your witch has magic, and you have a wolf attacking witches. Did you lure us all here so you could kill all our witches?”
“This meeting was not my idea, Claudine,” I countered calmly. “And Irene is clearly not at full strength, but I will be having a word with her.”
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