124 = Savannah

I spent the weeks travelling from Pride to Pride, trying to restore the magick that had drained from me when I had connected to the ancients of my bloodline. However; even though I now feel elated I also still feel drained.

I have a feeling I know what is causing it and it has nothing to do with the spells I had cast over the past few weeks. As my mind whirls and my Magick fluctuates within me, I take a sip from the champagne flute in my hand and have a shiver go through me.

I can feel him, he is close. I place the champagne flute on one of the passing trays the Omegas are walking around with and make my way out of the Ballroom. I gather my dress into my fingers and walk through the trees heading back toward the castle.

I know he is there but I still take a sharp breath in as one hand wraps around my waist and the other covers my mouth, both pulling me back into a hard chest. I feel his lips next to my ear before I hear him whisper.

“Don’t scream.”

I had no intention of screaming as h