Page 57 of Witch Untold
My blood ran cold as realization dawned.
There was only one way they could have gotten out. “Oh, fuck. The portal.”
Chapter Eighteen
Leif
Tor’s lost his fucking mind.
Stop, dammit, stop.
Rune and I chase after him as he barrels through the forest straight for the Grimswood boundary.
Thank fuck we have permission to cross the boundary today, otherwise we’d be in breach of our covenant with the witches. Still, if he goes onto their territory in a frenzied rage, there’s no telling what he’ll do.
Tor, you need to calm the fuck down. What are you doing?
I’m gonna kill them all,he snarls.They did this. They fucked with the Sons of Adam and brought them into our lives. If not for them, no one would have gone to fucking Alaska. No one would be…
He can’t finish the sentence, and neither can I.
I can’t think it.
I won’t.
But I feel it. I want to go crashing into witch territory and tear the witches limb from limb too. I want to hurt someone, but it won’t solve anything. It won’t bring Cora back to li—
Stop!
Rune’s voice echoes in my head, the kind of command that’s impossible to ignore because Rune rarely gives it.
I oblige, paws finally feeling the chill of the snow.
Up ahead, Tor skids to a halt too.
Focus. Can you feel it?Rune says.
My chest hums with a mild vibration and a gentle heat spirals outward. I twist my body to meet Rune’s eyes.
Is that?
Yes!
Tor makes a strangled sound and drops into the snow, huge, dark body heaving.
She’s there. She’s alive.
Whatever happened is over. Cora made it. She survived whateveritwas.
My chest aches with relief.Come on, Tor, let’s go home.
Rune pads over to the huge wolf and nudges him with his nose.We still have to fit the gold taps you bought for her en suite bathroom.
She’s alive.Tor growls softly.
Yeah.I join them and press my forehead to the side of Tor’s head.She’s going to come home.
Tor rises, and we step back as he shakes off the melted snow.Let’s go h—
