“No.”
“Send me with him!” he demands, full of cocky command.
“I won’t do it.”
“I’m not going to exist anywhere without him!” he cries out. “He’s mine. My alpha.”
She pauses, looking at him. “If you go, you will suffer horribly alongside him. He does not wish this for you. You will never be together for but a mere handful of minutes in every lifetime. You will never find your happiness.”
The omega staggers, looks down, and then lifts his head, tears shining in his eyes.
“But I will have those minutes, right? We’d be together?”
She stares at him.
I stare at him.
“Send him.”
She looks at me.
“Please, for all that you have put me through, have mercy on him. Minutes are enough. Sometimes a second is enough.”
He disappears, and I stare at her.
“Goodbye, High Alpha of Winter. It will be a long wait, and it’s going to hurt you, but trust me. At the end of the road, she will be there waiting for you. If you think minutes are enough for you, then you will be happy, for that is all I can give you.”
“Minutes are enough. I just want her back,” I say, my throat tight.
She nods. “Be strong. The time is coming.”
The All-Seer reaches out and puts a hand on my head.
Images slam into me. Red hair, a wicked smile, a laugh that makes my stomach flutter. He’s lithe but powerful, and I want to protect him. The images change. I see a powerful alpha with a deep, aggressive calm about him. I’m a little in awe of him, a little in love with him. His hair is like a sheet of black water.
“I’ve keyed these images into your brain. You’ll see them and recognise them as people to trust. There are her scent matches. They will be with her. Do not hurt them.”
“They are mine,” I say, hearing the truth of those words as it echoes around, and the memory drips away.
“They were mine!” I scream into his face. “They were mine! I know how you feel because they were mine!”
The Ravage Wolf snaps his teeth, but I punch him in the face.
Jarek. Mordecai.
Legion, who gave up everything for minutes.
And the All-Seer who gave birth to Kaida Keres, who lived and suffered, lived and died so she would survive.
“They were mine!” I scream.
The pain rips me apart, and my wolf tears its way free.
As the Anarchy Wolf, I snarl at the Ravage Wolf and make a silent promise: one way or another, my Kaida will live.
Chapter 69
The moon and stars
