My wolf snarled as the world spun and the whole world seemed to suck in around me, sound only reaching me from the other end of a long tunnel that was too brightly lit.
The power had taken too much from me—obviously. I was sitting in the dirt, frustrated and shaking as everyone grew frantic.
“Stop,” I hissed, but the words were thick on my tongue. “I’m jus’ tired.”
I tipped my head back to find Jesse, because I couldn’t seem to move my eyes properly. She stood over me, her eyes so wide they were white all the way around. I tried to lift a hand to soothe her. “Iss okay. Imma be fine—"
Rake was there, pulling her back and away from me even as he scanned
~ CASIMIR ~I was sucked back down into the depths, my skin feverish, my mind frantic with worry. But no matter how I fought, I couldn’t get free of the prison of my body. Couldn’t open my eyes, couldn’t speak, couldn’t move. I was trapped. Caged. And my wolf was losing its mind.I tried to calm myself—aware enough to know that something had to have happened. That I hadn’t just closed my eyes and woken up like this.But what?In the darkness, distant and echoing, I could hear voices. Particularly Maya’s. But I couldn’t figure out who she was talking to. The sounds and tones slipped away before I could gather them.But I could feel my aunt—her fierce protectiveness, her
~ JESSE ~I stared at her, my pulse racing, thrumming in my skin again. “Maya, I can’t!”“Yes, you can. With my instruction and the right focus… If I haven’t missed my guess, you already have. I saw in your brother’s mind what was done to your father. I have to say, that was very creative. And well-done.”“Yes, but… but that was… I was just—”“You were doing what needed to be done. Leading. And now you will do so again.”“But you said you couldn’t even do it—what makes you think I
~ JESSE ~I turned for the door to find Rake standing there staring at me, unguarded, and for a moment before his eyes shuttered, I saw everything he wanted—my safety, my comfort, my closeness… The yearning in his gaze made my stomach flip even as I blinked and shook my head, pushing myself towards the door, confusion and anger and fear and… just everything twisting together inside me.Rake’s eyes dropped to the floor, but his jaw set and he followed me. I could feel him coming up behind me, his long legs able to eat up the space faster than mine.As I stepped into the almost-empty hallway outside and he was right behind me, the urge was there to throw myself into his chest and seek reassurance, just like I al
~ JESSE ~I cleared my throat and tried to push away all the emotion of everything.“Rake… I know what I’m supposed to do here. And I do want to help him. But I don’t know if I can.”“You can. You already have.”I shook my head. “That’s not what I meant. I mean… I want to see him heal. I want to see him win. I want to root out these wolves my family has been working with. But the idea of surrendering to him again…”Rake’s upper lip curled back from his teeth, and he stared at me looking fierce. “I wasn’t exaggerating when I said I could have kill
~ JESSE ~I changed my clothes with shaking hands, asked Rake to take me outside—at which point he reminded me that they still hadn’t found whoever had shot Cazz and there was no chance in hell that he was taking me out of the Catacombs.Well, shit.“I need a space to just practice with this power, without hurting anyone.”Rake frowned. “We could go to the Den?” he said. “That’s the biggest space in the caves and no one will be there early in the morning. They closed hours ago and won’t open until lunch.”My skin crawled—but it crawled more at the idea of trying to compel Cazz without having more practice. And now that I’d woken those roiling snakes up
~ JESSE ~“I can’t believe you want me to just leap into this when I might accidentally kill him!”“Do not twist my words, Jesse,” Maya growled.I glared right back at her. “You be honest with me—what would you do?”“I just told you I’m willing to risk my own death to save him. What do you think?”“But if you were me, with my control—or lack of it.”
~ CASIMIR ~I sat in that frigid, dark chasm of my soul, my back to the side of the ravine walls, my knees drawn up to my chest. I was cold. Shaking.It felt as if I fought simply to stay alive. As if, the moment I let go, my body would fly into a thousand pieces and be scattered by this arctic wind.My mind ran loops—every word I’d said in anger, every action taken in cruelty or ruthless dominance. I was being flayed with my failure and couldn’t get my mind to stop repeating the message.Dark. Useless. Better off dead.Failure as a King.Failure as a Mate.Failure as a
~ CASIMIR ~I was about fourteen or fifteen years old and watching my father beat my mother. He wasn’t even using the power—just venting his frustration and anger because she’d said something he didn’t like. And I hated him. I hated him with a fury that threatened to burn me alive—as he snarled at her and spewed contempt at her and she sobbed, I wanted him dead.But then he kicked her right in the back and she gasped and rolled over and her face…It wasn’t my mother’s face. It was Jesse’s—tearstained and confused, heartbroken, and in pain.I roared and threw myself at him—claws, teeth, everything in me. He screamed and curled into the fetal position as I unleashed everything I had on him.