Destiny allowed a slow smile to take her lips. “You hurt my mate. You think I would tell you?” She sat up slightly. “Suffer.” A long, low snarl scratched up her throat.
Lyric made another mark and cussed again. The SUV had slowed, and before it even stopped, Lyric shoved the door open. Destiny thought she would fall, but Lyric kept her balanced and dragged her out. She put her good arm around her shoulder and dragged Destiny past a gathering crowd of people.
“Where’s Conrad?” one of them asked.
“Finishing an order,” someone answered.
Destiny’s vision was getting blurry. She retched again.
“Is she bit?” someone demanded from behind them.
Lyric was dragging her up a set of porch stairs to an unfamiliar home. She shoved the door open and asked, “What are the real consequences if I can’t save her?”
“Youhaveto save her.”
“What happens if I don’t. I need to know!”
“Her father is Behren Young.”
Lyric stumbled to a stop and turned, staring at the white-haired Elder. Her father?
“You sent us after the daughter of Behren Young?” A mix of shock horror tainted every one of Lyric’s words.
Aro lifted his chin into the air. “Give that to your wolf. Save her.”
“You’re all so fucked,” Destiny said to the crowd that was gathering in the entryway and on the porch of the house. She could feel her phone in her pocket still. If they had been smart, they would’ve checked her for more weapons.
Lyric yelled at someone to bring her boiling water.
Destiny’s legs weren’t working well anymore, and Lyric had to drag her into the room at the end of the hall.
“You need light,” she whispered to herself as she laid Destiny down on the bed. She rushed and opened the two big windows. From here, Destiny could see the front yard, where people were gathered, talking low.
“This is a big Pack,” she whispered.
“This is three Packs. They allied to end the Rogue Pack. It’s a trap.”
“It was my first time seeing his wolf,” she whispered to herself, and now her eyes bleared with tears. Her face crumpled and she squeezed her eyes tightly closed. She imagined how safe she’d felt in Dodger’s arms last night. She didn’t even care if she lived now. If he didn’t exist, she couldn’t imagine existing either. “I don’t want to be a part of your Pack. I was happy. Can you just let it happen?”
Lyric wouldn’t meet her eyes now. She had pulled up a huge storage container on wheels that was filled with first aid supplies.
Someone opened the door. “Hey, this is my stuff—”
“Fuck off!” Lyric yelled, pointing to the door.
“I’m the healer. I can help—”
“Not on bites! This is what I do. Give me the room!”
The door closed with a soft click and Lyric pulled herself forward on a rolling chair and began cleaning the bite. “I can put you to sleep.”
“I want to go home. Just put me by Dodger. Please.”
“I don’t know where Dodger is,” she whispered, her face so close.
Destiny frowned. “I don’t…I don’t understand.”
“Your man ain’t dead. Take stock of your bond. I can sense it. If he was dead, the bond would be sick, or gone completely. You would know if he didn’t exist anymore.”
