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Sascha got the message. Business was something every Psy could understand. “We have no problem honoring the deal.” Then she ended the call and let herself cry.
Lucas held her and when the wolves sent for her, he didn’t try to stop her from doing what she had to do.
“Bre
Sascha thought of the incredibly powerful will she’d touched once in the darkness. “No.” She refused to let that light go out. “Take me to her.”
Bre
Making a silent promise, Sascha looked back at Bre
She cupped her healer’s hands around that flame. Don’t give up now, Bre
Silence.
You know me. I won’t hurt you.
You lied. A whispery accusation.
When?
You said Pack would come for me. Pain and betrayal. But I’m alone.
Sascha blinked and looked to Hawke. “Was she conscious when you found her?”
“No. The human medics said they couldn’t do anything for her so we brought her home.” Human medics because none of them trusted the M-Psy anymore.
“She doesn’t know she’s home. Talk to her. Touch her.”
The wolf didn’t argue. Walking to the bed, he began to caress Bre
Inside the darkness of Bre
It’s a lie.
Can’t you feel them? Hawke, Riley, Andrew… they’re here and they’re waiting for you.
A silence so full of terrified hope that Sascha shivered.
They found you. They avenged your honor. She was mated to an alpha Hunter. She knew the value of vengeance, the importance of honor, the power of loyalty. Don’t make them wait any longer-I think their hearts are going to break.
I can’t bear any more. Tears sounded in every word. What if this is a dream, you’re a dream, and I wake to him? I might never escape again and I’m so tired.
Sascha thought about who Bre
I don’t want to die.
Then choose to live. Sascha wasn’t playing games. She’d told the absolute truth-Bre
Who are you?
I’m Sascha, mate to Lucas Hunter and a healer of DarkRiver. She was no longer a woman who belonged nowhere, no longer part of a race that would’ve punished her for her gift. Pride shimmered in her tone. Accepted, more than accepted by her new family, she’d never mourn who she’d once been.
Sascha, I’m broken.
So was I, Bre
Help me. The voice was resolute, that flickering flame settling to a slender column of purity. I won’t give in to death. Help me wake up to reality… whatever that might be.
Pride for the young woman’s courage mixed with anguish for the pain she’d suffered, but Sascha let her feel only the pride. I’m here. Slowly, she guided Bre
Can this ever be fixed? Bre
I was born to heal you. And if it took every second of the remainder of her time on this Earth, she would heal Bre
Take me home, Sascha.
Sascha opened her eyes perhaps an hour after she’d spoken to Hawke, and found herself sitting on the bed beside Bre
“Wake up, Bre
Bre
Over the top of Riley’s head, Sascha met brown eyes filled with so much joy it was almost blinding. She got off the bed and let Lucas hold her. Now it was time for the wolves to heal Bre
“Let’s go home,” she said to Lucas.
He ran his knuckles down her cheek and dropped a kiss on her nose. “Still mad, Sascha darling?”
“Yes.” Her hug was fierce. She lived with guilt every day of her life for condemning him to death.
A week later, she picked up Julian and rubbed his belly. The little cub growled and asked for more. Laughing, she gave him what he wanted. Tammy was out of town for the day and when she’d asked Sascha to look after the cubs, she’d jumped at the chance. They’d turned up at Lucas’s lair as two adorable boys in blue jeans and T-shirts, but minutes later, she’d found two cubs chewing on her boots.
“You look like you’re enjoying yourself,” Lucas said from the doorway, a strained smile on his face.
She knew the reason for the strain. It was her. She was so angry with him for what he’d done and he felt it. How could he not? He was bonded with her. She watched him pick up Roman and let the cub claw playfully at his T-shirted chest, and knew she had to give up the anger.
How long did they have left? One month, maybe two. Her man was extraordinary and he knew how to love, how to feel, how to fight for his mate with every emotion he had in him. If he hadn’t fought so hard, if he hadn’t forced her hand, he wouldn’t be the man she adored so hopelessly.
“I love you, Lucas,” she whispered.
His eyes turned cat-green. “No more claws, kitten?”
She shook her head. “I’m so glad for you.”
He looked like he wanted to walk over and kiss her till she begged for mercy. Except they had two squirming cubs in their arms. Looking at each other, they started to laugh. Started to live.
That night, she asked him to change for her. Without a word, he stripped off his clothing and the world turned into a multicolored shimmer. It was so beautiful, she felt her heart stop. She blinked and when she opened her eyes, a huge hunting cat lay on the bed beside her.
Despite the fact that she knew this was Lucas, she was a little scared. But not enough to miss the chance. Holding her breath, she ran her fingers through his silky black fur. There was nothing she could compare the sensation to. Bonded as they were, she’d felt him run, felt his joy in the wind and the forests, felt the panther just… be. But never had she touched the animal in him so intimately.
When he made a sound that was incredibly close to a purr, she started to laugh. “You like being petted whether you’re in human or panther form.”