Scarlett’s POVEnzo tugged at my clothes, like a starving man clawing at a steaming banquet. I arched up into his every touch, craving it just as much as he craved mine.I wasn’t sure when I’d decided to let myself give in and be happy. Maybe it was when I’d realised how short a time we might have together.Maybe it was when one of my memories had come back. After waking, back from the fight in the woods, it had started to form slowly. When I’d seen Bennett, it had slithered back into place. I’d been too preoccupied by his injury to realise it had come back, but…But now I knew.Enzo nipped at the soft skin below my ear. I ground up against him, my core warm and desperate for contact. He chuckled, the sound dark and teasing, and he sucked a bruise into my neck.“Enz,” I gasped.His mouth travelled down; he yanked my sweater off and groaned when he found no bra beneath it. He grasped my breasts, squeezing and then pulling away, ever so slightly, just enough to brush his fingertips over
Enzo’s POVI stomped down to the cells, my boot soles slapping hard enough against the stone to send vibrations ricocheting up the walls and echoing back down the sloping hall.I’d known we would be outnumbered no matter what. But this? This was unprecedented. Hell, this wouldn’t even be a battle – this would be a massacre.Unless Scarlett performed some kind of God-damned miracle, we would all die. Because there was no way any of my wolves would bow to Alpha Ryker – I cut myself off. Maybe I was wrong; maybe they would. I was on my way to see a traitor right now. Sure, he’d only helped the rogues – but that was with no prompting. Maybe with a boot to their necks my other wolves would cave, too.A muscle tensed in my jaw. My knuckles were white, the skin pulled taut over bone. I wished I’d brought Scarlett with me, but she’d had a strange look in her eyes as I’d left, and she’d said she had something else, something important, to do. We would reconvene after. I was more than a little
Scarlett’s POVGuilt gnawed at my chest as Enzo left to interrogate Isaak alone, but there was something important I had to do. If Alpha Ryker was coming with most of the damned werewolf population at his heels, we needed more manpower than we had. Enzo could try to corral the rest of the Canadian Realm, but I had a horrible feeling that they would be less than eager to sacrifice themselves for him. His reputation preceded him – Hell, they might even think Ryker was a better man to fight for.I had. I was Enzo’s mate, and I’d still fallen for Alpha Ryker’s pretty lies. If not for the mate bond, and the slim trickle of my memories returning to me, I wondered if I would ever have come home.And I worried that some of the Canadian packs had already caved. We hadn’t known about the other Realms, though it made sense – from the gaps in my memory Enzo had filled in, Ryker had been apparently doing nothing, biding his time while he searched for me, for months. Our scouts had reported nothing
Enzo’s POVScarlett told me what Bennett had said. I relayed back the information I’d got from Isaak, and we headed back down to the cells together, determined to work out who this mysterious she was – and whether she was really one of the rogues at all.It took me a while to gather myself first, though. I’d lost myself to panic, my chest tight, my heart hollow, and seeing Scarlett, alive and well, had shattered and rebuilt me all at once. As I took her in, running my hands over her beautiful body, making sure no part of her was harmed, I realised that I needed help. Emila hadn’t said anything about her being hurt; I’d heard he words medical centre and assumed, and panicked. Losing Scar so many times, in so many different ways, had damaged me. Both of us avoided the elephant in the room. Bennett had said she’d have to make the ultimate sacrifice to stop Alpha Ryker. That considered, a tiny, traitorous part of me wondered if living under his rule would really be so bad…Then I remembe
Scarlett’s POV“Pretty much,” said Isaak, his gaze downcast. He shuffled his weight from foot to foot. “I’m sorry.”“Why did they target your sister?” I asked, leaning closer to the cell bars. He shrugged. “She’s the only family I have left. They knew I’d do anything for her, I guess. Even…”I nodded. “Even this.” But then my eyes narrowed. “How did they know you well enough to target her?”Isaak’s cheeks flushed. He started picking at his cuticles and refused to meet my eyes. “They have scouts too,” he said. I felt convinced it was a lie. Before I could push the matter, though, Enzo grabbed my arm.“Hey,” I said, trying to pry his fingers off. They were white knuckled. My belly hollowed out. “What is it?”“Marla just mindlinked me,” he whispered, glancing furtively at Isaak. Understanding immediately, I towed him out of the cells and up into a nook at the top of the stairs. My back was pressed flat against the wall; Enzo huddled close, biting his lip as he looked around anxiously.O
Enzo’s POVI shoved down my terror as the wolves swelled around us, a writhing, unforgiving tide. Like a stone upon the shore I stood firm, knowing I must withstand its force. My terror was not for me, and neither was my determination. It was for her – my mate, the beautiful woman sat upon my wolven back – and for my pack members. They had not chosen this fate, no more than Scar or I had. This was our only chance to make it right.Scarlett knotted her fingers in my fur. She leant forward and whispered, “I’ve got you.”Then the enemy was upon us.I surged forward, meeting them rather than allowing them to breach our front line. My Beta and Gamma lunged with me, our movements so well practised we barely had to think of them. I had to adjust my balance more with Scar on my back, but it was instinct, raw and as natural as breathing, to keep her secure atop me.My jaw locked around a grey wolf’s neck. I clamped down, pulled back, tore flesh from bone. The wolf fell to the ground, dead. Blo
Scarlett’s POVI ducked through the wolves, narrowly avoiding the swiping, slashing claws. Nobody seemed to notice me as I ran – they were focused on the other wolves with teeth bared and blood soaked into their muzzles. I brushed under the bellies of those in Enzo’s pack, using them to protect me from the enemy wolves.Then I was pushed forward by a surge of movement from behind. Arms wheeling, I stumbled through the front line of our warriors and fell, head first, into the tangle of Ryker’s wolves.“Fuck,” I gasped, smacking into warm, bloodied fur. I bounced off its firm, muscled body, and rolled until I hit paws. Then I scrambled to my feet – Only to be clawed down my face. I bit back a scream, pressing my palms to the wound. Blood streamed between my fingers, pouring over my eye. I squeezed it shut. My head throbbed; each pulse shook me, the cut burning and stinging. Barely able to see, I ran, my back bowed, zig-zagging through the writhing mass of wolven bodies.Running through
Enzo’s POVWe were pushed back further and further. I was the last one standing in the doorway, using my huge wolven body to block out the attacking army. Though we were fighting a losing battle, I was proud of my wolves. We’d kept Ryker’s pets at bay far longer than I’d thought we’d ever had any hope of doing. The sun was dipping lower in the sky, brushing the tips of the massacred pine trees, burnishing their bottle-green needles a deep, glittering gold.It also shone on the pools of blood. The ground was soaked in it, rivulets running down the slight hillock upon which the pack house stood. Bodies of wolves broke its streams; my wolves, Ryker’s wolves. They were clawed and bitten, missing limbs, missing chunks of fur and flesh. Such violence would stain the land here forever.But worse still than the gore and the sightless eyes of my fallen warriors was the gnawing worry about my mate. I hadn’t seen Scar since she’d run into the crowd. Unable to mindlink her, I was left drowning in