“She fought hard,” Daxton says, placing a hand on my shoulder as some choking sound rips from my throat. “And for what it’s worth, she saved her friend’s mate.”
No words form, an invisible force suffocating me.
Lex brushes some hair off Nyx’s face gently, fingers stroking her face. “Red is strong. And she’s slowly healing. You can hear her bones mending back together piece by piece.”
My vision is watery. I blink it away, glowering at Daxton. “We end this now, Daxton. I don’t care what it takes. I’m done waiting for Orson. We go in and slaughter the entire Seventh Circle Pack. And if anyone tries to stop me, I’ll end their entire bloodline too.”
Chapter Eleven
Nyx
Despite the darkness and rustle of leaves, the air is surprisingly warm.
Above the treetops, the moon is full in all its glory, glowing a shade of orange. The light resonates brilliantly through the branches, making it easy to see.
It almost feels familiar, yet, I can’t picture this place.
The trees and nature are different. The terrain is thinner than what Shadow Creek houses, and scattered along the ground, flowers bloom in vibrant purples and reds.
Even the dirt feels… different. It’s strange, I can’t quite explain it.
As I glance around slowly, I realize I’m not bothered by the fact that I have no idea where I am. I just feel at peace. Relaxed.
Fuck…
Am I dead?
I strain my ears to listen for movement, standing from the ground as I focus on a clearing in the trees ahead. The branches and vines weave into an archway, the pathway illuminated clearly by the moonlight above.
My feet carry me forward, the sound of rushing water growing louder as I pass the wooden arch. A few minutes pass when suddenly I find myself in a clearing, staring at the base of a waterfall.
“Whoa,” I mutter to myself, eyes scanning the cascading water, the rocks sparkling like diamonds.
Walking over, I peer into the water, surprised at my reflection.
There’s no injuries, no markings at all. My hair is perfectly brushed, and when I gaze down, I’m wearing a long white dress.
Shit. I think I might actually be dead for real.
Frowning, the thought is unsettling. Yet, I’m still at peace—accepting.
I just hope Sarah is okay. Hopefully she made it out alive.
As long as Reese’s mate was rescued, I can live with that. Well, not alive. But you know what I mean.
The last thing I remember is Alpha Daxton’s face. Oh, yeah. He looked hilarious. Damn, I wish I could give him grief one last time.
“See! I knew you cared about me. That’s why I was spared all those times I was late to training.”
Oh, well. There’s no use regretting things. I can’t control it.
Time feels peculiar here. If I had to guess how long it has been since the fight, I could say five minutes or ten years… and both would seem like possible answers.
I can only assume that Lex, Maverick, and Cade know. If I’m dead, then they would have felt the mate bond break. And whatever this place is, I’m happy to see I’m alone. That means they are alive, fighting.
I didn’t wipe out three packs.
It’s okay.
