Chapter 21

Wyatt

I could feel every ounce of her strength, her power, but I could also sense the darkness and the part of her that wanted to give up on life. That had triggered The Beast to chase her not mentally but physically. “She's ours,” The Beast was adamant in his claim of her, she was ours to protect. Her mind and her body, a temple of chaos as we carried her home. When her heart attempted to die we’d looked straight at her phantom soul and held it with a predatory stare. ‘Not today, mon cher,’ We had projected out to her and her heart had sputtered back to life. Something held me to her like a tether, and The Beast had felt something slimy sulk away with its tail between its legs in a hurry, something had lost a battle but its essence was left behind at the fringe of some cloak of protection she had woven around herself. We had marked the intruder’s feel and promised it death if it ever returned. It was this and my need for space that had me scouring the swamp for anything that may be