He’s lingering by the door, eyebrows pulled together painfully. “We’re still attempting to figure that out,” he answers calmly, probably trying to keep the three of us from raging. “But what we do know,” he pauses, giving me a look as I start to lose my shit. “One of our boundary monitors was attacked. Her mate contacted us. Apparently, Stevens was already aware and rushed out to help.”
My mind flickers to the other woman down the hall for a second before she’s irrelevant to me again.
“Orson?” I demand.
Daxton nods. “We assume so. Though, we can’t be sure.”
I scoff. “You let them get away?!”
Behind me, Lex’s low voice chimes in. “Nyx killed them.”
That finally shocks me, a current of electricity hitting me with his words. Turning, I face him. “What?”
Lex looks tired, usual light blue eyes eerily murky with dark circles underneath. “There were three attackers. By the time Daxton arrived, they were already dead.”
“How long did it take you to get there?” I challenge. “Why was she there first? You were supposed to protect her, Daxton!”
Maverick lets out a dry humorless laugh behind me. “Yes. He was.”
Ignoring him, I cock an eyebrow at Daxton expectantly. He nods, quietly agreeing with us.
“For some reason, the other wolf’s mate was unable to contact us. He attempted to mind link us unsuccessfully.”
I shake my head in confusion. “That’s impossible,” I accuse. “The only way a pack member wouldn’t be able to communicate is—”
“Witches,” Lex interjects.
Pausing, I let the silence linger. I’m more than familiar with that tactic, using Marie myself a few times to do that.
“We believe Orson blocked his ability to reach us, to ensure only Nyx could be contacted.”
“They drew her out,” Maverick confirms. “And we know she’s too stubborn to wait orthinkabout the consequences.”
I glance over at Nyx, heart squeezing tightly at her pale face. Bruises mark her skin, gauze covering what I can only hope is not wounds.
As I scan her frame, I notice her leg is poking out of the white blanket, a cast around it.
Lines and tubes are coming out and going in her in every direction. She looks uncomfortable, and it dawns on me that she is completely flat. They couldn’t even give her a pillow?
Daxton takes a step forward, his own eyes drinking in her fragile state. “We saw the white light again. Just before we reached her. Her powers are growing.”
I give him a puzzled look. “Come again?”
Lex fills me in one of their journeys, how Nyx began radiating a faint white light when trouble found them. It makes me wonder if that’s how she managed to escape my cells. I knew she had broken the chains, expected it, but between that and the moonstones, she still managed to break loose.
I remember reading about a legend associated with Ophelia, and it starts to make sense.
“So, this white light,” I ask, processing all the information. “It killed the wolves?”
Daxton nods. “We believe so. Though, judging by some of their injuries, I suspect Nyx gave them a hell of a fight beforehand. Perhaps even managing to kill one during the struggle.”
“Why isn’t she waking up?” I ask, unable to focus on any pride I feel. “Wolves heal quickly. And as a Luna, even quicker.”
This time, it’s Maverick who speaks up, voice dangerously low. “They broke her spine.”
“And she bled out,” Lex finishes, reaching over to lift the blanket for me.
Nyx’s entire body is practically covered in gauze, as if someone just wrapped her in a giant roll. Any free skin I can see is red and inflamed, or a dark shade of blue.
