Page 67 of Reaper Unhinged
Tonight, we needed to find Hunter.
Grayson shook himself and jerked his nose up into the air. I did the same, searching for Hunter’s scent and listening for his howl.
All was silent, and his absence was a gaping wound.
We need to go to his spot,Grayson said.
I nodded and then set off. The route was engraved into my soul, and I took the trail quickly, weaving through trees and leaping over logs, paws crunching on bracken. The moist earth and the woodland creatures that lived here wouldn’t be a distraction to me tonight.
The clearing came into view up ahead, and my heart leaped with hope, expecting to see Hunter sitting on his rock looking out at the lake, his dark coat kissed by silver rays, but the rock was empty.
Grayson prowled forward, sniffing the earth until he was at the base of Hunter’s rock, and then he stopped and stared.
Fee, look.
I joined him and studied the markings clawed into the stone. A symbol, a circle scratched into the surface by desperate claws.
It looks like a snake,Grayson said.
A snake eating its own tail.
I know this symbol,Grayson said.I’ve seen it.
I turned to him to ask where he’d seen it, but a wind howled in my ears, and then a strange voice filled my head.
“Now, do it. Do it now.”
Grayson and the Vista faded away, and darkness flooded my mind.
One more step. Just one more.
My feet shuffled forward. Feet, not paws. Wait, what was happening?
“NO!” the disembodied man screamed.
The darkness rushed away, and then I was looking out at the city laid out before me, bathed in early dawn light. I was high up. High up on…On the fucking roof.
Oh, shit.
I looked down to see one foot half off the ledge of the roof and the other firmly planted on it.
Panic flooded me in a rush of heat just as arms wrapped around my torso and pulled me back to safety.
“I’ve got you,” Uri said. “I’ve got you.”
I panted against him as the enormity of what had just happened cut through my body’s instinctual panic. I’d heard a voice in my fucking head, and it had… It had wanted me to jump.
“Fee!” Grayson came barreling across the roof toward me, stark naked and glorious.
Fabric kissed my skin as Uri tugged his T-shirt down over my head to cover my nakedness.
“She was on the ledge,” Uri said to Grayson.
My mate’s jaw ticked as he scooped me up into his arms and cradled me to his chest. “Thank you,” he said to Uri.
I curled into him, mind reeling. What the fuck was happening to me?
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