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BRYN
Staying quiet while Evan mocked and belittled my man drove me and my wolf fucking wild, but I knew I couldn’t say anything. This was personal. He and Night had history that they were working through in live time right before my eyes. I thought about the conversation I’d had with Evan only the other day.
Part of my brain felt sure there was something I could have done to prevent things from getting so bad, but the rest of my brain shushed that voice. Right here, right now, my soulmate was losing a lot of blood. Each second brought him closer and closer to unconsciousness, but he was still fighting through it, trying to convince Evan to see the error of his ways.
My mate was fighting for both our lives, and I couldn’t waste time thinking about what I could have done to help, not when we were minutes from death. Night couldn’t fight, so I’d have to be the one to get us out of here.
Evan was the only one with a gun; Harlon and Samson were unarmed. If I could just find an opening, I could end this here.
“I have no problem killing anyone in my way, Night,” Evan said, leveling the gun at Night, “starting with you and your whore of a mate—”
The moment I saw Evan’s finger twitch over the trigger, my wolf surged forward to take control, and I let her without hesitation. She sprang into action, sprinting for Evan even before he finished speaking. Evan reflexively pulled the trigger, but the shot went wide. My wolf and I growled loud as we bit down on Evan’s wrist, forcing him to drop the gun. Our scrambling back paws kicked it away, toward the center of the cave.
Evan cried out and kicked me hard in the chest. We let go, his blood spraying after us as we flew a few yards away. We hit the ground, but quickly hopped to our feet and lowered our head, hackles raised.
“Bryn,” Night called. He was lying on the ground, watching us. His voice was weaker than I remembered it being. “Go! Get out of here!”
“Fuck that!” we snapped. “I can’t leave you here!”
Evan shook out his arm, which still dripped with blood. “Samson, Harlon, get out of here. You both know your parts of this plan.”
“You got this, then?” Harlon asked.
“Yeah. I can take Night’s whore.”
They nodded and headed toward the back entrance of the cave. Evan shifted into his wolf form. It was blond like Dom’s, but his coloring was brassier. His wolf and mine circled each other, each looking for an opening. This was different from the fight with Troy. I had no element of surprise here. Evan had seen my fight with Troy, and I wouldn’t be able to use his underestimation of me to my advantage.
My wolf understood that just as well, which was why she wasn’t going for the first attack. Evan seemed happy to take that honor for himself. He sprinted forward and tackled us. Our fangs and claws scraped and bit and tore and ripped at each other.
“Not bad for a bitch,” he sent to me.
Hearing his voice in my brain, this close to me, made my skin crawl. “Don’t you fucking speak to me, traitor!”
We bit Evan on the shoulder and threw him into the cave wall. He yelped, but recovered quickly. He took hold of my back, throwing me into another spot of the cave wall. We shook our head and jumped at him again. Fur and blood flew in every direction. While my wolf fought, I tried to keep our mind off Night and the fact that he was bleeding out on the other side of the cave. I tried to force the fear of his death from my brain.
Despite how focused I tried to keep us through the fight, Evan got in a few lucky shots. He kicked us off him. As we hopped to our feet he slammed into us, and our right side hit a particularly jagged and craggy section of the cave wall. We crumbled to the floor, vision swimming. We tried to get up, but pain seared across our side, and we couldn’t keep our balance.
Evan gave a panting, barking laugh. He turned to Night, and we knew he was going in for the kill. We shook our head, hoping to regain some stability in our vision, and when we opened our eyes, we saw Evan towering over Night. His fangs were out, and a stream of saliva poured from the sharpest ones onto the floor.
The seconds slowed to a trickle. I summoned all the energy I had left to force myself to my feet, and then I started to move before I fully realized what I was doing. Between one blink and the next, I found myself across the room, with Evan’s throat between my teeth. Before I could stop myself, my jaws closed, and I felt his neck snap from the force of my bite.
Evan’s body hit the floor, and I stared at it in horror. There was no mistaking that he was dead or that I had been the one to kill him. My mind raced, spiraling down and down again in a horrible loop of reliving that snapping moment. The sound of Night’s pained groan forced me out of it.
He had already passed out, and there was so. Much. Blood. More than I would have thought he’d be able to hold. I threw back my head and gave a couple more piercing howls for help. Then I scanned the cave for anything I could use to slow the bleeding. All I found were Evan’s clothes. I limped over to them, my entire body aching, and then limped back. Shifting to my human form, I fell to my hands and knees next to Night and shoved the cloth into the wound. Night didn’t stir.
“Night, come on.” I slapped his cheeks, but he said nothing. I pressed my ear to his chest and heard a heartbeat, but it was so faint, fluttering like the wings of a dying bird. I straightened, my body going cold.
“P-please, Night, don’t go. You can’t. We have so much that we have to do together. We have our lives to live. We…we…” Tears blurred my vision. “You said you’d always come back to me,” I cried. “So you better come back to me now. If you don’t…if-if you don’t, I’ll never forgive you!”
“Bryn? Night?” Dom’s voice sounded from the opposite entrance to the cave than the one we entered.
“Dominic! In here!” I called back. “Night’s hurt! He’s not responding!”
A group of Wargs sprinted inside. The moment Dom saw me, he shifted to his human form and jogged to my side. He helped me apply pressure to Night’s wound when he saw how badly I was shaking. With a quick glance around, he took in the bodies of the feral wolves, the gun, and the brassy-blond wolf lying dead near me.
“Bryn, what happened?”
“Evan betrayed us,” I said. “He tried to kill Night, so I k-ki—” I couldn’t say it. I couldn’t give voice to the horrible thing I’d done to save my mate. “He’s dead now, but Samson and Harlon are gone. They went out the way you came in.”
