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I reached my hand out to grab his, rubbing it over his still bloodied knuckles. He placed his other hand in mine, patting it.

“Delilah, you are–”

Roars of motorcycle engines blasted through the veil. It was an onslaught of noise, no gentle rumblings like they were approaching from far away. They came straight through. It was powerful, thunderous, like it came out of nowhere.

“What the fuck, no way!” Hawke leaned back, letting out a bark of laughter. “How the hell did they find us?”

Bram chuckled, running his hand through his bloodied hair. “The Goddess has blessed your crew. The Iron Fang is now the earth’s soldiers.” His hand slapped down on his leg.

“Go get our family,” I nudged Hawke.

He looked out the door, the shiny bikes beckoning him as they continued revving, calling out to him. “Go on, I’m right here, and Bram is with me.” I pushed him again. “No pain right now. See if Journey can come in, please?”

If Journey was there, the priestess, she could help, couldn’t she?

My wolf nodded tiredly inside me.

Hawke gently laid me on a pillow, stroking my hair and placing a kiss on my forehead. “Are you sure? I don’t like leaving you,” he whispered softly.

“I promise this time.” I closed my eyes. “Just get them in here.”

Hawke pecked my lips and stared at Bram. “Touch her, you die.”

And there he was, my big grumpy biker.

Bram tilted his head, still rubbing my feet and staring at me like my mate had lost his mind. “It’s okay, you can keep going with the feet,” I said giggling.

The further Hawke ventured away, the more the ache in my chest intensified, and my wolf’s pitiful whines echoed in my head.

Chapter Forty-One

Hawke

Ihadlittletimeonce I left the room. Her pain would return tenfold, and I did not want to subject her to that for very long. But my mission wasn’t to welcome my brothers, but to retrieve someone who I knew could help my mate—Journey.

If it was true, that Journey was this newly appointed priestess that the goddess had given to the Iron Fang, then she would be the only one that could help her.

Switch had been in frequent contact. Giving me updates each night, and that piece of information, had been the most shocking. Almost too unbelievable. But after all this, with Delilah being my mate, my second chance. I believed it all.

Because dammit, I did not know how to help my mate.

Her wolf was too frightened to shift. Her bones should crack, break, and shift into her beast-like form, but she wouldn’t. She was hesitating, forcing the bones to remain in the human frame. I had seen nothing like it in all the years I’d seen pups transform.

Tyr was pacing, prancing, urging me to return to Delilah. With Bram by her side, he could coax her to remain calm, but only our bond could soothe her.

The roars of the multitude of bikes were cut off, fifteen in all. All of them were kicking out their stands, trying to get them to stay upright in the soil was cumbersome.

The members that stood out the most, the closest of my brothers, were Locke, Bear, Bones, Anaki, Sizzle, Karma, Surkash, Switch, Hammer, Morpheus, Beretta, her witch mate Tajah, and Grim and his mate Journey.

Thank fuck.

I ran toward the middle, bypassing them all. They gave me strange hurt looks. My tunnel vision only had one wolf in mind, and that was Journey.

Journey sat up straight, with more confidence than the last time I saw her. Her long brown hair tumbled out of her helmet, and the bright crescent moon shone bright on her forehead. She smiled, waving once she saw me.

As I stepped forward, about to reach for her, Grim grabbed my arm, ripping me away from her.

His deep, menacing snarl reverberated through the group, causing them all to tense up as they watched the scene unfold.

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