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‘She ran off with Dustin to go after Abbie. You need to get to her until I get there.’

‘Fuck! That fucking idiot should know better than to take Azalea into hunter’s territory at night,’Gannon growls. I know the pact he made now would overwhelm him as strongly as a command would. Pacts aren’t taken lightly and require my blood, and hours of orders are forced on them so they can’t break them. The only one who can break it is me.

I can force them to break it, but that would also be extremely difficult and take hours of me breaking their will. They would still run back for her the moment the command would drop. Which is precisely why they all turned on me when I banished her out of the castle. Most that signed up for it passed out and couldn’t pass. Only eleven made it through the process, two of whom are dead now. It works similarly to the council not being able to be commanded, only it is directed to a specific person; I hoped I wouldn’t have to, but Azalea has now left me no choice. I know she won’t like it, but I won’t put her life at risk.

She will be blood-tying herself to her guard; I won’t let this mistake happen again, and Dustin will learn from this mistake. I trusted only Damian, Gannon, Liam, and him with her, completely followed by Trey. They lasted the longest during the trials, and that is exactly why they hold the positions they do.

The urge to protect her will be running through all my royal guards. No doubt, the others will be frantically searching the forests for her and Dustin. However, they wouldn’t have expected Dustin to do something so stupid, and being fourth in command, they wouldn’t have questioned him. I growl. He will pay for betraying me!

‘Which road?’Gannon asks with an angry edge to his voice. Azalea’s stupidity not only endangers herself, but likely Abbie aswell. He will want to kill Dustin, and Dustin will know precisely what he will be coming home to.

‘Highway,’I answer, and he growls. That is the worst road to travel on at night.

‘Abbie?’he asks.

‘Perfectly fine, seeing her on the weekend. You can come but bring my fucking mate home!’I tell him.

‘I will bring the queen back to you. What of Dustin?’

‘Leave him for me,’I growl, cutting the link.

“What’s going on?” Damian asks. Our entourage follows and spins around after us.

“Azalea has run to go to Abbie,” the moment the words leave my lips, Damian starts flooring it.

“Fuck!” he curses, knowing how bad that area is predominantly at night. Dustin should have known better, and he will pay dearly for his mistake. How he can agree to something like this is beyond me.

My eyes flicker, and I open the bond, feeling for her and what direction she went. Heat smashes into me. She may not be able to feel it, but I indeed do, and its intensity forces the shift in me. Damian slams on the brakes, and I only just rip myself out of the car before destroying it.

Cars screech to a stop, some skidding onto the grass to avoid hitting me, but I have one thing on my mind: to get to my mate. So I head for the forest, running, the trees blurring past me, and I let the bond guide me to her. She will be in serious trouble when I get my fucking hands on her.

Chapter Thirty-Two

My feet ache from running, my muscles protesting, and my lungs burning. I want nothing more than to collapse onto the cold concrete beneath me, to catch my breath and rest my weary body. But I can’t stop, not when I know my window of opportunity is small. I have no idea if I am even running in the right direction or how far the town is, making decisions at each corner harder.

I run blindly through deserted streets, ignoring the pain and exhaustion. My heart races, fear and adrenaline pumping through my veins. The fact I can’t read any of the signs makes it even harder. Yet still, I run, praying Ivy is on her way to me. I pray she picked up on my subtle message; hope is all I have, especially once the howls ring clearly through the sky.

His voice booms into the mindlink, hurting my brain, demanding I return home. When the screams and threats don’t work, he tones it down. When that doesn’t work, he yells again.

“You tell me your whereabouts, love, I will come get you. You stop at anyone’s door and hand yourself in, and we cango home and put this behind us,” he tells me, and I wonder if he actually thinks I’m stupid enough to believe him.

“Fucking whore! When I find you, I will make sure you can never run from me again!” he snarls angrily after a few minutes. Then back to the coaxing in gentle tones, only for his true colors to shine through once again.

By the time I am out of the town and on a long stretch of road, my feet are bleeding, my shirt is drenched with blood, and I am limping worse than when I started. My hand presses firmly against my side as I try to stem the bleeding. Hope comes in the form of a service station. Its light is a burning beacon in the night, and I pick up my pace, nearly there, but I’m not oblivious to how the howls grow closer, and the sound of revving engines of cars tear up the town behind me, heading my way.

The neon lights of the service station sign illuminate the dark night, casting an eerie glow on the deserted pumps and flickering windows.

Reaching the service station. I burst through the door of the run-down little building, panting heavily and my heart beating a million miles an hour. The man behind the counter jumps at the sudden commotion, his eyes widening in shock as he takes in my bloodied appearance.

“Ma’am?” he stammers, stepping back as I move toward him.

“Someone is after me! I need your phone!” I gush, desperation and fear evident in my voice. I frantically scan the area outside through the windows, expecting to see my mate hot on my trail.

The man seems stunned before shaking his head and looking for his phone.

“I have a first aid kit,” he tells me after passing the phone. He asks questions and unlocks the door while peering out. I reach into my pockets to find the piece of paper with the number on it that Alana had given me while trying to answer his questions. My hands shake as I punch the number into the corded phone to call Ivy. When the phone starts calling, I hold it to my ear.

“Pick up. Pick up,” I whisper, not realizing the call has already connected.

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