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Percy howled, caught off guard, as Nick’s powerful jaws snapped inches from his throat.Sarah’s knife clattered to the stone floor, momentarily forgotten in the chaos as it skittered along the tunnel floor.
Percy fought ferociously, his cruelty manifesting in every blow he aimed at Nick.
But the wolf was relentless, dodging and snapping with precision honed by years of survival.
Sarah lunged for the knife, her fingers closing around the hilt.
“Nick, hold him!”she called out, her voice echoing against the stone walls.
Nick responded with a growl, moving to pin Percy down.
“Sarah…don’t—” Percy gasped as she approached, but she cut him off.
“Your time is done.”
A sharp cry escaped Percy as he tried to squirm away, tried to shift into his wolf, his eyes wide with fear.But there was no escaping.Not this time.
With a swift motion, she brought the weapon down, directly into his heart.
Nick released his hold as Percy crumpled to the ground, the life draining from his body.
Sarah stood over him, her chest heaving.
Nick lifted his heavy paw away from Percy’s body.
“Are you okay?”Sarah asked Nick.
The wolf gave a single nod.
“Good,” Sarah said.She met Nick’s gaze, finding the echo of a bond that had never truly been severed.
“Let’s finish this,” she said and headed toward the exit.
Chapter 22
KARLA, VINCENT’S MATE, PERCHEDon the edge of the leather couch in their living room.The house was too still, the morning silence echoing off the walls and amplifying her irritation.She had expected Vincent hours ago, and the delay was eating at her.
The door swung open with a creak that grated on her already frayed nerves.She snapped her gaze up, expecting to meet Vincent’s icy stare, but instead, she found Gregory standing in the threshold.His hulking form filled the doorway.
“Where is he?”Karla demanded.
Gregory stepped inside, his boots thudding against the wood.“Not here.”
“No shit.”Karla rose to her feet, her posture rigid.“Where, then?”
“Out,” Gregory replied curtly, his gaze meeting hers head-on, unflinching.
“Out,” she echoed scornfully, her lips curling into a sneer.“How enlightening.”
She moved closer, invading Gregory’s personal space, forcing him to acknowledge the power she wielded even when Vincent wasn’t by her side.
Her nostrils flared, picking up the scent of sweat clinging to Gregory’s skin.But beneath it, there was something else, a hint of blood.
“Something went wrong?”
“Nothing at all.”
“Then why do I get the distinct impression you’re omitting details?”
