Mordecai and Jarek are asleep, but I think our conversation is waking them.
“Was your name always Legion?”
“No, my name was Lucian, once upon a time.”
I think I know the name, but then the feeling vanishes, and I can’t recall a single time I’ve heard it.
Jarek rolls to his feet so suddenly it startles me.
“Can you hear that?”
I stare at him. “Hear what?”
“It’s like…” he frowns, but Mordecai jumps up, pulling me up and shoves me through the door just as the wall and ground cave in.
“Digging,” Jarek snarls as he backs away from the room. “I really hate that wolf.”
We move to a different room, but it follows, stalking around the building and working its way in, room by room.
“Any other ideas?” Mordecai asks in a weary voice.
“Yeah, one.” Jarek leans down and kisses my neck. I break out into shivers.
“Really? Do you think it’s the right time?” Mordecai snaps.
“Yes, smell her.”
The alpha and omega frown and inhale.
“She’s strong,” Legion hisses.
“Yes, if we’re quiet, perhaps we can sneak out under a cloud of her—”
“Say stench, and I will stab you with a rock,” I hiss.
Jarek laughs and grips my hair, yanking it back until my head is tilted up to his.
“Beg me to stop?”
“Are you insane?”
“One little word,” he purrs.
“Get off me.”
“All wrong.”
He leans forward, and when I tilt my head away, he licks a line up my jaw.
A fire ignites inside me, and even I can smell the thick, woodsy scent that slams into the air.
The wolf goes insane, roaring outside. Mordecai slams a hand over my mouth and lifts me up, carrying me silently through the building.They move like wraiths, slipping from the crumbling ruin and silently travelling up the street.
I’m leaving a trail of my scent that will lead that thing right to us. I struggle, but Mordecai wraps me up in an impossible hold. There is no way I’m getting out of it.
For the next half a day, we play a cat-and-mouse game with the wolf. It tracks us relentlessly, but the alphas refuse to allow us to lose. They use every single trick in the book.
But it doesn’t work.
