Page 107 of Star Claimed Omega
With a jolt, the stars blinked out. The lake fractured, waves boiling and surging.
Then, he saw her.
Soleil.
She lay on the lake shore, writhing in pain on the golden sands, one hand clutching her other wrist, her spine arched in agony.
No assailant was visible, but the force of whatever she was suffering from was evident in the anguish on her beautiful face.
His lycan spirit snarled, the sound tearing through the veil between worlds.
It leaped forward, all fangs and fury, racing toward her.
With a muted roar, Santi snapped awake.
His body surged upright, breath torn from his lips.
Sweat slicked his skin.
He reached for her instinctively, but the curve of her waist was missing.
His hand grasped empty sheets.
‘Soleil,’ he breathed.
A dark pulse of dread shuddered through his chest.
He threw on his boxers and moved fast down the hallway.
The lake outside shimmered through the transparent wall panels, wind-kissed and silver in the artificial night.
He stopped at the open door, freezing at the sight of an ethereal silhouette.
Shewas bathed in starlight, barefoot and bare-legged, arms wrapped around her waist like she was holding her insides together.
Her hair drifted over her face, whipped by a warm wind.
She was shaking, not from any cold, for the ambient temperature was moderate.
Nada, her shuddering came from within.
He stepped behind her, his heat rolling forward like a tide, and encircled her within his muscled arms.
Her body jerked, then sagged into him.
His sinewed warmth blanketed her trembling form, steady and anchoring. He buried his face in her nape and whispered, ‘¿Qué pasa, mi sol?’
She didn’t speak, only turned slowly in his embrace and pressed her face into the middle of his chest. Seeking the rhythm of his heart like it was the only music that could soothe her.
His hand slid up and down her spine, calming her, drawing the chill from her bones.
‘My wolf spirit thought you were being harmed,’ he murmured. ‘That someone was hurting you.’
She shuddered harder as if caught in the fight of her life.
‘Was it a nightmare?’
She tilted her face up toward him, and the expression in her eyes made his breath catch.
