Page 25 of Savage Sacrifice
Just like she did.
Shutting the shower off, I sigh. My mind is in overdrive, and it only grows worse the longer I keep my thoughts trapped inside.
If I don’t act, my wolf will.
I can still taste her skin against my tongue from when I sank my teeth into her throat, claiming her as my mate. I bet it’s not truly healed yet either, and she’s already gone.
A snarl hisses from my lips as my wolf threatens to edge to the surface. Following the silent command in my mind, I quickly towel dry myself and throw on a pair of black sweatpants and a fitted black t-shirt.
It’s only when I’m dressed that I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror above the vanity. My hands ball into fists before I rest them on the marble top, glaring at myself. My eyes shimmer, my wolf making sure I know he’s there, and I nod.
The doubt drifts away with it.
Inhaling slowly, I exhale before mouthing the words to myself. I watch my lips move in my reflection, and it settles something inside of me.
It’s the right thing to do, it’s the best option, and I have to find a way to take it.
My lips purse as I push up off the vanity to stand tall, a sense of pride running through my limbs as I nod at my reflection before heading for the door.
Every step fills me with purpose, each one stronger than the last, so when I reach the office at the back of the dorms on the ground floor, I barrel right through the door, leaving it open, and everyone startles at my appearance.
Bryony and Minnie are snuggled on the sofa together, Tatum is tucked into the other corner, arms folded over his chest as he peers through his hooded lashes at me. Asher, however, is sitting in my desk chair, feet up on the surface as he frowns at me, whileWylder paces back and forth in front of the window, stepping in opposite tandem to Blaze, who is just as restless.
“I know that look in your eyes,” Asher states, dropping his feet off the desk as his frown deepens.
“You do?” I ask, forcing myself to remain calm as I take the seat across from him.
He tilts his head at me, and I know that the fact that I haven’t called him out for being in my seat is only allowing him more insight to appraise me.
“It’s the look you get when you have a tough decision on your hands,” he states calmly, and my pulse flickers at the truth in his words. He must hear it because he cocks a brow at me.
Thankfully, before I’m forced to say a word, Minnie rises from the sofa and braces her hands on the back of my seat. “Who is making tough decisions?” she asks, shifting one hand to my shoulder as she squeezes in comfort, and my chest tightens as Asher hums.
“Lincoln.”
My sister’s hand stiffens on my shoulder at the exact same time Blaze and Wylder pause in front of the window, both slowly turning to face me, and I can already feel Tatum’s eyes burning into the back of my skull.
Fuck.
“About what?” Minnie asks, the nerves evident in her tone as her voice grows higher in pitch.
I’m rendered speechless for a moment, the panic setting in, but I shake it off. I’ve never been one to shy away from responsibility, and as their alpha, they deserve better from me.
Clearing my throat, I stare straight at Asher since he was the one to ask. “I have an idea and I think it’s the only chance we’ve got.”
Silence descends over the room for a moment before Minnie releases her hold on my shoulder and moves to sit on the edge ofthe desk. Her eyes bore into me, but I don’t turn her way. I can’t. Not yet.
“I don’t like that frown,” she states, and I try to relax my facial features, but it feels impossible. Instead, I buckle down and continue to avoid her gaze. “Look at me,” she breathes, and I shake my head, eyes remaining locked on Asher. Her heart rate quickens, and I know my time is limited. “If you’re going to come up with some brilliant idea that involves hurting me, which is what I’m guessing your face is about, then you can at least look me in the eyes while you say it,” she snaps, and my gaze flips to her.
I nod once, understanding how my silence is only making the situation worse for her. “Bryony and I have our marks.”
“Matchingmarks,” Blaze adds, and I roll my eyes at him.
“Regardless, she’s a witch, I’m going to need her magic here. So even then, it still has to be me,” I explain, and Minnie’s frown deepens as she crosses her arms over her chest, tilting her head at me in confusion.
“Here? Where else is there?” she asks, and I shrug, trying to downplay the whole thing.
“On the other side.”
