Zane’s POVThere is physical pain. Brutal. Awful. Mind-blowing physical pain. Physical pain so acute it literally makes you pass out from the force of it.And there is emotional pain. Gut-wrenching, horrible, emotional pain that rips your heart in half and makes you lie in bed for days.I’d felt both. The very worst of the physical pain. The very worst of the emotional pain.But nothing, and I mean NOTHING, can even come close to the pain of losing your wolf.I couldn’t even understand it. Not having Slade. I couldn’t comprehend my life without him. He was a part of me. An extension of me. He WAS me, in a sense. It would be like suddenly losing your heart. How can you go on living without your heart?I sat there, on my hands and knees, in front of Lucinda and Sullivan and Brinsle and Callie, with this inexplicable pain ripping through me. I understood why people take their lives when they lose their wolves. Why they’re driven to madness. Why they’re never quite the same again.This wa
Zane’s POVThe bolt of light hurtled towards Lucinda. I watched, shocked. What the hell was Brinsle doing? Was she…was she trying to hurt Lucinda? But why?Before the light could hit Lucinda, though, Sullivan stepped out right into the trajectory of the light. She held up her hand, palm out, and the light hit her palm. Sparks flew everywhere. But Sullivan seemed unharmed.“Enough, Brinsle. Calm yourself,” Sullivan instructed. She was now facing Brinsle. Lucinda was behind them both, standing in front of the fire. All the witches were watching, huddled together, clutching each other, shocked looks on their faces. I raised my eyebrows at Calista to ask ‘what was going on?’ But Calista looked as confused as I felt. “You’ll let them go,” Brinsle said, calmly, her hands still up in the air. Leaves swirled at her feet.“What are you talking about?” Lucinda snapped. “Let who go?”“Zane. And that man,” she pointed to Alpha Miles. “And my brother. You’ll let them go.”“Have you lost
Zane’s POVThe witches huddled together and gasped.Sullivan lowered her hands, a sad look on her face. Lucinda’s expression was unreadable.Brinsle lay in a heap on the ground. They’d overpowered her. She hadn’t seen it coming. Whatever that was, that green shield, it caught her off guard.And now she was lifeless. Laying right beside Beta Brighton. (He was still motionless, although he let out the occasional moan.)Brinsle, on the other hand, was silent.I had no idea if she was still alive or not.“You told me her magic was under control,” Sullivan said, her voice low.“It was,” Lucinda said.“Clearly, it wasn’t,” Sullivan spat back. “We’ll have to send her away now. We can’t help her anymore.”So I guess she wasn’t dead.But now what? Brinsle was supposed to help us escape. What would we do now?I reached for Slade, forgetting for a moment that he was dead. Grief rippled through me. It would catch up with me, this loss. I knew it. But for the time being I was pushing down, away, s
Zane’s POVDie?I didn’t like the sounds of that.I didn’t like the sounds of that one damned bit.But Callie said it was a way out. Maybe it was our ONLY way out. And I trusted her, didn’t I? I’m sure she meant something else. There’s no way she’d actually kill me.It was deceptive. Some sort of deceptive plan. A ruse. A faked death. Something like that.“There isn’t time to think this over,” Callie told me. “If we’re going to do it, we have to do it quickly.”“Do what exactly?” I asked. I figured if I was going to put my life on the line, I deserved a bit of an explanation.Apparently Callie didn’t agree though. “I can’t explain,” she shook her head. “I’m sorry. You’ll just have to trust me. But this will work. I’m sure of it.”She looked deeply into my eyes.Then she reached out, a soft smile on her face. She cupped my cheek in her hand.“Tell Eden I love her,” she smiled.“I will. But you can tell her that yourself. You’re coming, too?”A sadness crossed her eyes. Only fo
Zane’s POVThe bolt of light hit me square in the chest. It felt like fire. It burned, ripping through me much faster than actual fire.I waited for Callie to cast her protective spell.Fuck.This really hurt.This REALLY, really hurt.I was frozen, stunned.“Oh my god!” Sullivan cried.“NO!” Brinsle hollered.My eyes were still locked on Calista’s. Any second now, the spell would kick in and the pain would stop.She kept her gaze on me. But she didn’t move.My body fell to the ground.I felt like I’d been electrocuted. I was vaguely aware of Sullivan and Brinsle rushing towards me. I heard their voices, but they sounded tinny and far away.Ugh.The pain was so intense I couldn’t move. I felt someone roll me over. It was Brinsle, but my vision swam. She looked blurry. She was holding my head.Come on, Callie. Any second now. Please. Cast your spell. This is really painful. I begged her in my mind. I could still see her, standing in the distance.“His heart,” Sullivan said. “It’s stopp
Zane’s POVIt felt strange watching everyone. Only a few minutes ago, I was still with them, alive. It was hard not to stare at my own dead body. Lucinda and Sullivan were arguing. The other witches from the coven were still huddled together, watching the scene unfold with wide eyes. Beta Brighton was sitting up now, a confused look on his face. Brinsle was helping him.Alpha Miles was standing alone. His eyes were fixed on my dead body.And Calista was holding a knife, the silver metal shining in the firelight.I didn’t fully understand what had happened. I thought Calista would save me. I’d jumped in front of Sullivan’s bolt and bam – now I was dead.Calista was casting some sort of spell. A sacrifice, Slade said. No one noticed her at first. She just kept on chanting. But then, a darkness descended. A storm had somehow rolled in, with claps and thunder and lightning. The storm clouds were right above Calista.This caught everyone’s attention. The wind began to howl. All eyes turned
Zane’s POVA dead silence fell.The goddess stood, fixing Lucinda with a measured look.“W…wh…what do you m..mean?” Lucinda stammered. Lucinda had come undone. Her lips quivered and her hands shook. She stayed fixed to her spot, afraid to approach the goddess again. But her eyes kept flitting towards her sister’s corpse.“Calista sacrificed her life in exchange for the ‘one she named’. But she did not name King Zane,” the goddess said.The coven witches gasped. They looked at one another, bewildered. I didn’t know how often they actually saw goddesses, but from the looks on their faces, it didn’t seem very often.I couldn’t help but notice that Sullivan was keeping a low profile. She was off to the side, in the shadows. She hadn’t said a thing. Was she afraid of this goddess? It sure seemed like it. “Then who did she name?” Brinsle asked. Beta Brighton was on his feet now. He clearly had no idea what was going on. He surveyed the scene. There were massive holes in the ground from wh
Zane’s POVSlade?Slade was the one Calista named? But…Holy shit.It dawned on me then. I slowly realized the magnitude of what Calista had just done. The goddess kept gazing affectionately at Slade, her hands buried in this fur.“I’m gonna bring you back to life. Who’s a good puppy?” she cooed at him. Slade ate it up. I didn’t blame him. I mean, it’s not every day a goddess fawns over you.It all made sense now.Calista was ALWAYS planning on bringing back Slade. But I had to die. If Calista had sacrificed herself while I was still alive, then they’d know it wasn’t me she was bringing back (even though it wasn’t). They would have guessed it was Slade. They could have probably done something, some sort of counterspell. I don’t know. Something.It would have been too obvious.But now….the goddess Yurani would bring back Slade and catch them off-guard. A wolf is a witch’s weakness. Calista was right – this is how we escape.Slade will be unleashed. That won’t see it coming. They’ll be