She had to stay here with Dodger!
The wolf on top of her went dark.
The war went dark.
The woods went dark.
The world went dark.
Keep breathing. Hold on!
And in the moments before she gave in to the abyss, she heard it.
The Elder said, “Bring her with us.”
Breathe!
“She’s loaded with silver,” another man said. Agony tainted his words. The wolf she’d shot?
“Fuck.”
“What do you want us to do with the wolf?”
Hold on! Just breathe. Stay with him!
The Elder exhaled deeply. “Kill him.”
Chapter Eighteen
The throbbing, dull ache behind her eyes dragged Destiny from the depths of her slumber.
She moved slightly, trying to touch Dodger’s leg under the covers, but the pain in her arm stilled her.
She eased her eyes open, and everything was blurry out of her right eye, and out of her left, she couldn’t see at all. She blinked a few times, hard, trying to clear her vision. The outline of a person was sitting up in bed near her. Dodger?
No. She frowned as the woman’s profile came into view. She was a stranger. Destiny tensed. Where was she?
The vibration of the tires rotating under her was a soft hum against her side. She was curled in the fetal position, in the third-row seating of some kind of big SUV.
Ahead of her were two captain’s chairs. One was empty, and one had a man slumped over in it, sans shirt. He had his hand pressing to his ribs, and red streamed from him. He looked pale as a sheet.
“What I can’t understand is why you bit her!” A man barked out from front.
“What I can’t understand is that you couldn’t give us a fucking warning that this bitch would be firing silver bullets into the Pack,Aro,” the woman said in a stern, cold tone. “I’m not trying to die like dipshit over here.”
“I hate when you call me Aro, honey. Call me dad.”
Lyric’s eyes narrowed at the back of Aro’s head. “Why did you send me into that fight? Why not Eden?”
“Because you are bottom of the Pack, Lyric. Your sister is paired to the Alpha here. She plays a bigger role than you.”
“She always plays a bigger role than me,Aro.” Lyric’s gaze dropped to her clenched hands in her lap.
The slumped over man growled weakly, “I’m not going to die.”
“You smell like death,” Lyric assured him.
And strangely, Destiny understood what she meant. He did smell strange. Something acidic and sweet filled the air, and she could smell the metallic hint of the silver bullet that was lodged into her.
