Damien let loose a feral growl as Rowan roared and semi-shifted in the office, pushing the majority of us back, causing more damage than anyone else.
Shade rushed toward Wren but was knocked away by Grayson's goo. The thick black substance covered my familiar, even against the purple lightning that struck around him.
“It doesn't matter how much you try. With dark magic inside of me, nobody can stop me.” Grayson’s disembodied cackle echoed through the room as black goo submerged both he and Wren before they disappeared into the ground.
Pain and despair thickened the air around us as we fell into carnage without our mate.
A sharp, painful gasp rattled my lungs as I flew upright in bed with my hand flat against my forehead, and I tumbled into another vision.
Grayson threw Wren into a thick pile of snow and stepped over her.
“Where did you take me?” She pushed against the snow and snapped her head up, staring at her rejected mate with a hatred burning in her eyes that I had never seen before.
“Blezen, my dear mate. But you're not here for the dragons, so don’t worry. I’ve grown tired of playing along with Roak. No, you are here for me, Wren, and once I embed myself inside of you, we will create a new race of beings who can wield dark magic.” His milky eyes blackened as he smirked down at her.
“That will never happen,” she spat.
He chuckled, crouching down beside her and gripping her forearm.
Her form flickered from incorporeal to corporeal, yet where he touched her power wouldn’t work. “How are you doing that?”
“I’ve mastered dark magic. Something you will learn how to do very soon.” He held up his other hand before his index finger shifted into a black blade that dripped goo.
Her eyes widened, and she jerked back. “They’ll come for me! Even if you do whatever sick thing you’re planning on doing, they’ll come for me.”
The black goo in his irises swirled. “I plan on it. You will need to break your bonds so I’m your only mate, after all.”
“I’ll kill you myself before that happens,” she hissed like a cornered viper.
Amusement took over his expression as he sliced that finger down her forearm, the skin slashed open as blood poured down her arm, dripping from her elbow into the snow.
He turned it over and dripped the black goo into the wound quicker than my vision could keep up.
Blackness flickered through her form until her eyes turned as black as Grayson’s. She blinked up at Grayson and tilted her head.
“This power…” she uttered, her tone void of emotion.
A vicious smile spread across his lips, showing off his rotten teeth. “It’s fate, Wren.”
Bile crept up my throat as I kicked the covers off and struggled to crawl over Damien to get to the floor. My body slammed into the ground with a loud thud, causing everybody else to jolt up in bed, including Wren.
“What is it?” Rowan barked, and the sound pierced my brain painfully.
Damien gripped my arm and pulled me back to my feet, his eyes flashing silver as the pain faded. “What was the vision, necromancer?”
Nightshade scurried into Wren’s lap before nuzzling against her chest with tears rolling down his face.‘It was awful. I saw it too.’
“Shade, what's wrong? What was the vision Kian had?” Wren scooped him up and cradled my familiar to her chest tightly.
“Grayson got you,” I croaked, tears filling my eyes. I blinked furiously to stop them from falling. “Grayson can touch her when she's incorporeal now.”
“What?” Rowan’s scales formed over his arms.
“Like how?” she asked, fear leaking through the bond.
“The dark magic has gotten stronger, and he's learning to control it,” I explained, my throat hoarse. “He plans to infect you with dark magic and start a new race. A new species of supernaturals who wield dark magic.”
“But I would never go along with that.” She continued petting Nightshade, who kept nuzzling against her with tears rolling down his little cheeks.
