Mina POV
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It was a simple brushing of fingers, a light touch that sparked the most wonderous of sensations. A pleasant warmth built at her fingertips, a tingle passing between them, spreading across her palm. It was the sparks of the beginning of their mate bond, waiting to be completed. When he didn’t pull away, Mina sighed and took his hand in hers. The feelings were fami
Alastor POV - “Keep down, keep quiet, and if you find yourself against one of those beasts, don’t face it alone.” That was all the advice they could give to the rest of the Lynn wolves as they began the plan to rescue Mina. The first step was to successfully make it into the Blood Mountain pack undetected and unscathed. Given they hadn’t made it more than halfway up the mountain before, with no sign of the pack, it was a huge hurdle to get over, but they didn’t have a choice. Alastor had felt Mina’s pain a couple of days ago and had spent every waking minute since waiting for the next wave to come. Roman was the same, he could see it in his mate's eyes, the tension of his body, how it felt like there was something missing each time they laid down to rest. They had to get Mina back, and they had to do it now. Since their failed attempt to rush the pack, Emery had lectured them both on proper planning. He didn’t say anything they didn’t already know, but the reminder helped to gr
Mina POV - Mina could feel Castriel’s desperation in the air when she was invited for breakfast in the packhouse hall. Evelyn had been forced into his company for dinner, but she had stood strong against his bite. He hadn’t even used silver on her, though there were more attempts marring her neck, deeper and bleeding when she returned to the room. Something had happened. It hung in the air like a foul stench that only those in the know could smell, but it was easy to read the discomfort on their features, the tension in their bodies. She eyed each silver blade the warriors wore on their belts, armed even in the packhouse. Whatever it was, Mina let it fuel her confidence. Something had knocked Castriel off kilter and she would be happy to push him further. She refused to wear the dress he had sent for her, nor did she bother to sit at the table full of fruits and pastries and meats. Despite its hunger, even her stomach stood with her, staying quiet in the face of the temptation. “L
Mina POV - As if the danger between them was non-existent, Mina giggled. “I’m sorry, my dear mate. I didn’t want to leave you so abruptly, but these lovely wolves insisted I must see their home. They gave me their best room for the stay. What do you think?” She gave a twirl of her cell, but when she faced him again desperation gripped her hands to the bars. She pressed her cheeks to them, as if every inch closer to Alastor could bring her more comfort. “It needs a window, but it has the most important features. You and a bed.” He winked and strolled down the tunnel as if five Blood Mountain wolves didn’t stand between them. He gave them a smile. “I don’t know why you fellas are staring at me, he’s the traitor. I’m merely a simple rogue.” “A rogue only in name. I know you Hayre. You’re our Luna’s mate. A Clear Blue warrior with an immunity to silver.” Blake’s cousin bared his canines. “Oh? You know about that?” Alastor drew to a stop only a few feet from the first growling warr
Roman POV - The signal from Allie should’ve come ages ago. Tension built within Roman with every minute that passed without hearing his mate’s howl echo across the cavern that shrouded Blood Mountain. He could admit the pack was well formed, well protected, but it didn’t stand a chance against him after taking one of his mates. The Lynns stayed in a tight formation, tearing through the streets of the pack, making as much noise and ruckus as they could. As planned, it drew the warriors to them like a moth to a flame, giving Allie the space and time to find Mini. Her scent trailed through the pack, an easy path for him to follow. It shouldn't have taken long, yet Roman was on his second loop of the township and still waited for the signal to retreat.Civilians fled into their homes, fear brewing as news of the Lynns’ presence spread around the pack, but Roman meant them no harm. So long as they stayed out of the way and didn’t stop him taking back what was his, he’d cause them no trou
Mina POV - Shame coursed through her at the bitter glare in Roman’s gaze. It wasn’t directed at her, she knew it would never be, yet, she couldn't help but hold its weight on her shoulders. It had been her plan after all, and he was the only one left in the dark. It must look like they had given up. Alastor was kneeling before Castriel, taking a beating without fighting back, and she merely watched. Her skin crawled at the Alpha’s touch, but she couldn’t pull away. She didn’t want to anger him. With Alastor in his clutches, she didn’t know what he would do. Every blow to her mate made her flinch as if she could feel it on her own skin. Blake wasn’t holding back, he couldn’t, Castriel would know. “Again.” The Alpha laughed. Mina jerked, her protest already on her tongue. "They shifted just as you asked.” “This is because they took their time.” Blake’s eyes briefly glossed to her; his features inscrutable. His pause was too short for Castriel to catch before he fisted Alastor
Blake POV - “You’re right, Alpha. My rejection meant nothing.” Blake didn’t know how he managed to keep his voice steady, not when his chest squeezed unbearably tight. As soon as he uttered the rejection, something twanged deep within him. Its snap was a surprise, but his body had already braced itself, like it subconsciously knew the impact was coming. Thankfully, Williamina had fallen to her knees, and the Hayre and Lynn wolf had sounded their own discomfort, stealing the attention. No one was looking at him. If they had, they would’ve seen the twist of his features, the quiver of his hands before he clasped them tight. He managed to pull himself together, to ignore the pain, by the time he spoke again. “It didn’t expect it to effect them all. How interesting.” Castriel mused. His eyes were gleaming as they flickered between the unit suffering from his words. His unit. Or they would’ve been under different circumstances. It didn’t matter now. The moment he found our Williamina
Blake POV - When Roman slumped to the ground, the anger that flared in Blake was unlike anything he had ever felt before. It tore through his body, a sizzling fan of adrenaline bursting through his veins, and infecting every muscle. It took over his composure, twisting it tight until it smashed to pieces. Castriel saw Roman as a tool to bend Williamina to his will. Just like he had used Taylor on him. If it hadn’t been clear before, it shone as bright as the sun on a clear blue day now. He had been used. The whole pack was being used, and he wouldn’t allow Castriel to use the wolves he cared about any longer. Blake rounded on the Alpha.Williamina was crumpled at his side, but he gripped her face, keeping it on her fallen mate. Rage burned Blake's restraint to a crisp and he charged. The shock in Castriel’s eyes was sweet, but it wasn’t enough. The man had imprisoned his sister, kept her from him for a year and used lies to turn his hatred towards Clear Blue. He had done things he w
Mina POV - He was so close. Just a little further.Roman was curled tight in on himself, she couldn’t even see the rise and fall of his breath, but Mina knew he was alive. Their connection still wove between them. The steady thrum of his presence pulsed through his mark, keeping pace with her frantic heart. The warriors standing over him had half an eye on Blake and Castriel, their shouting edging them away from the fallen Lynn. She watched them. Everything within her urged her to be at Roman’s side, but she moved slow, making sure she didn’t draw their attention. When accusation started flying, Mina took her chance. She reached for Roman, her fingertips inches from him when a boot suddenly kicked him away. The force sent him rolling across the grass, a trail of blood following his path. Her mate groaned as he came to a stop meters from her, but he was facing her now. Her eyes flew wide. His hand rested above his heart, coated with blood, the hilt of the blade was buried beside it.