Page 77 of Savage Torment

Lincoln is the last to enter my room, glaring down the corridor in the wake of Blaze before kicking the door shut behind him. I’m relieved to see they’re okay too, but my mind continues to wander back to the man standing on the balcony in the assembly hall.

I shake my head. It can’t have been real. My vision was putting two and two together to get ten. My imagination was clearly running wild with itself.

“How did you guys get here so quickly?” Asher asks, pulling me from my thoughts, and I frown at him as he takes a seat on my bed.

“Quickly?” I repeat, the word almost foreign on my lips. There was nothing quick about what happened back there. I feel like I’ve aged a decade.

“We couldn’t get out of the assembly hall. It was mayhem,” Tatum explains, dragging a hand down his face, and I shrug nervously.

“Honestly, it was madness for us, too. I managed to find the exterior wall but couldn’t make my way to the exit. Blaze helped me,” I admit, my pulse thundering in my ears at the mentionof him as I prepare for their opinions on the matter, but to my surprise, only silence greets me.

Lincoln rocks back on his heels, eyeing the bedroom door before he turns to me. “What was the blood?”

“Blood?” I repeat, my mind exhausted, making it harder than ever to keep up with them.

“On his arm,” he clarifies, pointing over his shoulder in the direction Blaze had disappeared moments ago.

“Oh, a wolf,” I admit, rubbing my lips together nervously, and the energy in the room shifts immediately.

“You’re going to have to give us more than that, Little Witch,” Wylder states, and I eye him nervously. I’m not delusional to the fact that he just outright demanded a fight with Blaze for everyone to see, but I’m going to circle back to that later. For now, he’s right, they need more than that.

“A wolf launched at me and Blaze got in the way. Their teeth sank into him instead of me.”

My heart races from the memory, the fear and panic flooding my veins once again.

“What the fuck?” Lincoln grunts, eyebrows furrowing as he shakes his head.

“Who the hell would do that?” Tatum murmurs, shaking his head in disbelief.

“I could give you one guess,” I say with a frown, hating to point fingers, but Wylder nods in understanding without me saying anything else.

“Bianca,” he grunts, voicing my thoughts, and I shrug.

“She wouldn’t be so ballsy, would she?” Asher mumbles, scrubbing at his chin, and I shrug again.

“You tell me.”

“Why are you saying it like that?” Wylder grunts defensively, and I turn to him with wide eyes, ready to remind him of the fact that every reason she has to be a bitch to me links back to them,but before I can utter a single word, Tatum is waving his hands in surrender.

“We all need to calm down,” he says softly, hoping to get a handle on the situation, and Lincoln grunts.

“No, we need to sort this out. Now,” he snarls, and my chest tightens with panic. His eyes are dark, the tick of his jaw beyond tight, and the anger that vibrates from him is palpable.

“Lincoln,” I breathe, and he shakes his head dismissively.

“I’m calling a pack meeting,” he declares, pulling out his cell phone.

“That’s not necessary,” I insist, stepping toward him, and his gaze cuts to mine.

“One of my own tried to hurt what’s mine. That doesn’t fly.”

My heart flutters in my chest at his declaration, but I force myself to brush it off. “Really, Lincoln. You don’t need to do anything.”

He ignores me as he taps away on his cell phone, leaving me to helplessly look around at the others, but none of them step in to help.

Dammit.

Instead, Asher clears his throat, settling my attention on him. “I’m assuming you healed him because you’re his bound?” he asks, and I nod. “He didn’t try to drain you, did he?” he adds, and I shake my head.

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