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No.
No. Not now.
The warlock smiled and dropped me.
Chapter Thirty-Two
Rune
She can’t have gone far. I probably shouldn’t be going after her, it’s obvious she needs some alone time, but my gut tells me to trail her, even though the vote is to give her a little more time.
“We’ll know if she needs us,” Tor had said.
“We need to respect her space,” Leif agreed.
But my senses told me to go after her.
She’s been gone fifteen minutes or so. Not too long. We heard her slip away.
She won’t be far.
In fact, I know exactly where she’ll be.
I jog up the trail toward our spot. Her scent is strong here, but there’s another scent too. A stranger. It’s stronger than Cora’s, which means…
I break into a run.
“Don’t, please. Stop.”
There’s a man by the cliff railing. I hear Cora but don’t see her, and then the picture comes together. She’s on the other side of the railing.
A gust of air hits me in the face along with the man’s scent, and I can finally place it.
Warlock!
A growl tears at my throat as I leap at him. He turns to me, eyes growing round with horror, then my teeth find his throat. His blood is foul, but satisfaction fills me as the life bleeds from his eyes.
Cora?
“Rune! Oh, God, Rune… I can’t hold on much longer. I can’t jump. My power…”
I crouch low and duck under the railing, moving forward until I can see over the ledge.
She’s a foot below, hanging on by her fingertips, knuckles white.
“Rune, I can’t hold on.”
Tears leak from her eyes. “I can’t jump…Why can’t I jump?”
I feel the guys through our bond, realizing at the same time that my connection to Cora is barely there. Something’s terribly wrong. The guys are on their way, I sense them, but they won’t get here in time.
I can save her.
But not like this.
Not in wolf form.
Cora’s hand slips. She cries and grapples for purchase, pressing herself to the rock face. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I love you.”
