Page 6 of Never Tamed
Then I feel it. The awareness of another life, another bond, snapping awake, taking up space in my head and filling me with a warmth I didn’t know I was missing.
Noble.
A sharp gasp pushes past my lips. My spine straightens like a lightning bolt just tore through it.
“Holy shit,” I mutter. “I feel Noble.”
Where the hell has he been?
Helplessness crowds my veins.
Mathis looks down, eyes narrowing. “Me too. He must be awake.”
Wherever he is.
“We have to find him, but I can’t leave her.” I press harder against Ren’s wounds, trying to stabilize her.
“You think I can?” Mathis growled.
We stare each other down. “Well one of us has to be the bigger alpha here,” I say with a ghost of my usual sneer.
Where are you, big boy?Mathis asks in our heads.
I’m in a room. They got the jump on me. Knocked me out.Noble’s inner voice is faint, ragged, but steady. Mathis’s brows pinch.I think I’m underground. Chained.
I suck in a breath. “Mathis,go. Find him. I have her.”
Mathis doesn’t hesitate. For half a heartbeat, I think he’ll argue, but the unspoken agreement clicks into place.
He touches Ren’s arm once, then disappears into the fray without another word. I turn to Dax in shifted form, who’s limping now, blood streaking his side. Every time a wolf dares get too close, his wolf rips through them swiftly, with no effort at all.
He is a terrifying thing to watch when he’s like this. And I always thought Mathis was a fool for keeping him around, for choosing such an unhinged and unpredictable beast as a beta.
Now I see the justification in the decision, and fuck it, but I’m happy for Dax.
“We’re getting her out,” I bark. “Do something.”
He nods. No questions. No fight.
I haul Ren into my arms as gently as I can. She barely stirs. Her head lolls against my shoulder, her blood soaking through what’s left of my suit. I grip her tighter, wrapping my body around hers, as if that’ll protect her from anything else.
Catarina bolted.
I scour the church for some sign of her icy blonde hair and find nothing.
The battle rages around us. Wolves break through pews and instead of a holy choir, there are snarls and screams and cracking bones.
But there’s also a path ahead, narrow, but clear.
I don’t think. I move.
We run.
Dax guards my flank as a massive golden beast with his teeth bared, snarling at anything that gets too close. My focussharpens on the path ahead and the wolves tearing at themselves to get to us. To make sure we don’t leave this church alive.
Dax is the only muscle we need, and he growls low in his throat, jerking his head to the left. I glance in that direction. A side hall. He launches himself at the nearest enemies from the Blood Moon pack to get us to the far side of the church.
My heart skips a beat. The doors are blocked—barricaded from the outside. We won’t make it that way.
