“You think she wants you dead?” I forced out a dry chuckle. “She doesn’t. She doesn’t have control of her shadow, and she’s too kind-hearted. Have you no memory of the shit you put her through?”
She frowned. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t say sorry to me. Tell it to Wren. You caused her a lot of pain since she got here.”
“Yes, well. I’m pretty sure she got me back.” Her hand pressed into her stomach.
“Grayson has already shown himself. He dissolved into black goo before he was neutralized,” I revealed.
She sucked in a gasp. “Are you serious?”
“He told Wren he had feelings for her in a dark way. I think the dark magic done to break their bond really fucked him up.”
Mirella nodded. “I’m pretty sure that’s exactly what happened. But… that’s not all.” She clicked her tongue. “Grayson told me he’s been working with the dragons, and that they are actively trying to change him from a wolf shifter to a dragon shifter by injecting him with their DNA. According to Grayson, they plan to do this to every supernatural after they’ve won the war with humans.” Her voice cracked and tears slid down her cheeks. “I didn’t sign up for all of this. I’m scared here. I just want to go home. I don’t feel safe at all. I might not like Wren, but I don’t want her to die if I can say something to prevent it.” She sniffed. “Can you please talk to the headmaster about getting me a letter of approval to leave?”
I rubbed a hand down my face and nodded. “Considering you’re linked with someone who has allied themselves with the dragons, I doubt Rowan will object.” My mind spun with all this new information. New information that Rowan needed to know as soon as possible.
She spun on her heel and left as I made my way to Rowan’s office.
I didn’t even have time to process everything that was thrown at me.
Opening the door, I stepped in to see that all of Wren’s mates were already here. The door was open to Rowan’s room, and Wren was nestled on the bed with everyone surrounding her. A mixture of emotions swirled in her eyes. I didn’t need the bond to tell me how she felt in that moment, and it broke my heart in two knowing that I had to tell her even worse news.
Wren’s eyes lit up as she saw me, and that sent warmth through my chest. “Hey, baby. I hate to bring this up now, but it can’t wait. Mirella just came to see me.”
Everyone stiffened, and she frowned. “It’s about Grayson, isn’t it?”
“She told me that he’s been working with the dragons, and the dragons are actually working towards a dragon utopia for Kalista. They’ve been injecting Grayson with dragon DNA. So that on top of whatever happened with the dark magic, he’s really fucked up anyway. Fucked up enough to where Mirella reached out to me. Oh, and Tabitha did find one of those charms on her. She said she never actually wanted to hurt Wren. Mentioned she didn’t particularly like her, but that she wouldn’t want to cause her harm.”
Wren’s eyes filled with tears, but she smiled. “It’s so good to know people don’t just hate me.”
“No one could really hate you after learning who you are,” Thorn said.
”Especially for no damn reason,” Alister growled.
“Life here is exploding, huh?” She chuckled, but the pain in her eyes shone bright. From the way the guys winced, I could tell that the pain had been flooding down her bonds.
Damien sat behind her, rubbing her head. His eyes were pure silver, so I knew he was feeding off her pain.
I swallowed down the bitter taste in my mouth, wishing I could do more for my mate. Lachlan and I met gazes, and he gave a nod like he knew what I was feeling.
“We’ll figure it out, fledgling. We always do. We’ll keep you safe.”
“To be honest, I think I needed to confront him. And now I know that Alice isn’t with us anymore.” She choked back a sob as Thorn put his hand on hers.
“I am going to check on that. Just to verify.”
“Thank you.” She cried and started to sob as everyone surrounded her, including me.
We had to figure out a better way to protect our mate because we were doing a shit job.
FORTY-FOUR
Wren
Myshadowtendrilshotout of Damien’s mark and slithered forward in a jerky manner.
“Just try to slice the apple,” Simmons said, holding the apple in his hand.
