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Archie kisses me on my forehead and steps back as I try to reach out for him.

‘Go North. Get as far as you can before you stop. They will slaughter her if they get the chance.’

‘Archie.’ Dorian steps closer, but Archie shakes his head.

The sound of galloping horses draws closer.

‘Go. Now!’

He shifts.

Dorian keeps one hand on my throat, and his other holds me close.

And we fly into the snow clouds above.

Chapter thirty-three

The Wolf

Ipick out the bits of people I have stuck in my teeth and spit it to the floor.

Gross.

Now that I have no need for it, I find the taste of blood repulsive. It’s only been a couple of hours since Neve and Hel died, but I feel like my old self again. Before the curse. Before the need for blood.

I felt it the second it happened. I’m fully formed with my wolf once more, and I can feel the link between my Mate and me. She’s alive. And I’ll find her again.

I readjust Shaw’s position over my shoulder and grunt.

He’s heavier than he looks.

His sleep dust drifted out of his hands when the curse lifted. His eyes rolled into the back of his head. And then he went down. His body became the empty vessel it was before he was forced into it by the blood coven. Just as Dorian’s body did, too.

I’m unsure where Shaw went, but I felt compelled to keep this lump of flesh safe. Just in case he needs it when he comes back. Because he will come back. After I tore apart the handful of soldiers that descended on me, I grabbed Shaw and headed north. Pix’s scent is in the air. It’s faint,but now I’m completely myself again I can track her from miles away.

It should be fun when we play hide and seek together.

After another hour or so of walking, I come to a path. And see a set of footprints in the snow. When I take a closer look, a smell lingers in the air. A very familiar one. Silently, I follow the trail and stop when I see a huddled up form beneath a tree. His cloak is wrapped around him, and he shivers violently in the cold.

I drop Shaw to the floor. The sound makes his head shoot up.

And his eyes widen in horror when he sees me.

‘Oh. Hey, Cole,’ I smile. ‘Fancy seeing you all the way out here.’

He starts to scurry away, but his legs are slow and stiff from the cold, and he’s done all that cowardly running, so I’m sure he’s exhausted.

It doesn’t take long to catch up with him, and I have him by the back of his neck in a second.

‘GET OFF ME!’ he screams hysterically. ‘I’M WARNING YOU!’

‘Funny. Because I remember warning you, Cole. About what I would do to you if you ever touched Pix again.’ I tap my lower lip as he thrashes in my grip. ‘What was it? Oh yes. The first thing I warned you I would do, was that I was going to cut off your other hand and shove it up your arse. And then I said I would cut out your insides and strangle you with your intestines.’

I drag him to a large boulder and slam his face into the stone just hard enough to daze him. As he groans, I step back, rolling my neck and shoulders as I prepare myself.

‘Let’s see.’ I take his arm and grip his remaining hand. ‘There it is. I’ll take that, if you don’t mind.’

I snap his elbow, breaking the bones completely. And as he screams, I keep twisting and yanking, ripping muscle and flesh until I tear his lower arm clean off.

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