At least I knowhowhe controlled my shadowing now. It was something to do with the link he bastardized.
A link I now feel again.
His life pulses through me, our twin-bond very much alive.
But it won’t be for long.
I shake out my arms and legs, then shadow again when I feel my brother try to latch back onto my mind. It seems he perfected our father’s collaring ability.
Can you help us pinpoint your location in Kodiak Sector, please?Cillian asks calmly.The number seven from your sister isn’t helping.
The number seven?I repeat, not following.
Seven o’clock, I believe,he replies.
I’m about to ask what he’s talking about when a fist to the jaw sends me flying across the room. My brother is on me in an instant, a flash of metal in his hand.
I growl and return the punch with one of my own, then shadow out from beneath him—but not before grabbing the metal from his hand.
I crush it in my palm, my Z-Clan strength finally useful for something.
Ashlyn was on the shore,I think at Cillian, panting from exertion as I try to fend off my brother while considering what seven o’clock might mean.
With Nikiski being linked to Ashlyn through visions, perhaps she knows this.
The only thing I can think of is to go to that location and look for a mountain at your seven o’clock. Because we’re inside one of them here in Kodiak Sector.
Yes, we’ve gathered the mountain cave bit, but there are a lot of mountains here.
I know,I mutter, shadowing again to avoid being hit by another Alpha’s fist.
There are dozens of them spilling into the room, my brother seeming to have set off some sort of an alarm.
He smiles, the look of victory crossing his features.
But it’s a look that doesn’t last long as I let my beast peek out through my eyes.
I very rarely engage my inner rage.
Though, I’ve done it once already in the last month.
And I’m about to do it again.
I crack my neck, my arms loose at my side. Then I give into the urge tokill.
Spruce’s lips part as I rip the head off of a nearby Alpha, tossing it to the floor without so much as flinching.
Because this is me at my strongest.
This is me when I’m pissed.
This is me embracing all the fury of my childhood. A fury our father taught me how to foster and grow. A fury I’m about to unleash on all these assholes now.
But specifically, mytwin.
He growls.
And I growl back.
