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HOW?!
FIND HER!
I don't know where she is!
To her territory. She must go back to her territory where she is safe! She will go there before she goes anywhere!
Chase's beast had a point. It was wired into them that their territory would be the safest place to go if they were in danger. There was something about returning home that calmed the beast down when they were in danger if they were able to. The only thing he could tell was that she was relatively close to home. If she would go anywhere, it would be there.
He practically jumped out of the shower and quickly dried himself to put on some clothes. He alerted his Beta as he ran out of the house that he was returning to the Great Plains territory. Something came up, and he was needed. If his Beta said anything to him, he didn't hear. Chase ran out the door and continued to his car. Once inside, he started the engine, threw it into drive, and sped off toward his mate's territory. Chase kept the bond open between them, hoping Remy would pull on it to give him an idea of where she was. If anything, it would keep him a little calm, knowing he could feel her. She was alive. She was fighting. Maybe he would find her along the way, and he could join in.
Moon Goddess, keep my mate alive or help me find her. I will bring the heavens down to bring her back to me.
Chapter nine
Remy
With her foot firmly on the gas pedal, Remy sped down the road and left the enemy Lycans in the dust. Glancing in the rearview mirror, she sighed at seeing no one trailing after them. Lycans were definitely fast, but not so fast that they could outrun a car, so Remy stopped for a moment to thank the Moon Goddess for building them that way. Remy caught her father in the backseat while her eyes were still in the mirror, and her heart sank. Lykos was still in his Lycan form, and its black and gray coat was so soaked with blood that Remy's concern rooted deeper inside her.
Lycans were tough. It was extremely hard to kill a Lycan without snapping their neck or ripping them apart so that their bodies couldn't heal fast enough before they bled out. The one benefit of being a Lycan was the rapid healing. If a Lycan was in a pack, they could draw upon the power from the pack bonds to speed up the healing, especially Alphas. Now that Remy was in the pack bonds again, she waited for her father to draw on them to heal. Instead, her father was laid out in the backseat, his large form giving him very little room to move and his breathing ragged from the busted ribs.
Fuck, is he too hurt to heal?
The pack bonds are still a little wonky on our end. I can't tell.
This is weird. Why are my pack bonds still messed up?
Pack magic was a tricky form sometimes. For some people, it could take a few hours longer to settle into them. It didn't help that Remy was unique being a Meta Wolf. She had a different form of magic than any other Lycan in the kingdom that allowed her to become more of a wolf than the standard Lycan form. She had been told that the magic was more flexible and would enable the shift of a more wolfish form, making Lycan magic work differently for her. It was different when she was growing up, naturally added to the pack bonds when she was born.
Maybe it is due to the bond with Chase being stitched together before the pack bonds were.
That thought didn't occur to her.
What if the bond with Chase was why the pack bonds haven't settled? Wouldn't another Alpha want to screw things up for another pack right now when they are fighting over territory lines?
The Howell family was one of the top families in the kingdom because of the produce and meat shipped out to the rest of the kingdom. The Great Plains pack was the top pack outside the Alpha King's. Many had tried and failed to bring down the pack over the years, and it would be the perfect way to throw Lykos off his game.
But how would Chase anticipate that I would be his mate to do that?
That was the question that foiled her whole theory. There is no way to anticipate who someone’s mate will be. Remy remembered that, once, someone told her a story about someone going to a witch to have their future read to them. Some Seers had that kind of ability, and some were able to answer specific questions if they were given the right ingredients. Mainly blood. That person asked the Seer who their mate would be, and their reading was inaccurate. The Seer told them they would meet their mate when they were twenty-three, and he would be the pack's Alpha. Their mate was not the Alpha. Not even the top ten wolves in the pack. This only showed Remy that it was hogwash to be able to predict the Moon Goddess's plan for anyone.
Lykos groaned in the backseat. Remy looked in the rearview mirror to find Lykos's Lycan form still struggling to heal. He was trying to situate himself to be more comfortable and must have aggravated his ribs. She could see him panting as his Lycan whined at her. Blood was all over the fabric of the backseat, and it was slowly trickling from his wounds. If she didn't get him home soon, she would lose him.
With the hope that her voice would soothe him, she said, "My foot can't press any further on this gas pedal. I'm going as fast as I can. Hold on, Dad. I'll take you home and to the pack healer."
Remy wasn't the type to pray to their goddess often, but now seemed like a great time to send up a Hail Mary to give her father a better chance of surviving. Moon Goddess doesn’t take my father away from me. I need him.
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The squealing tires must have gotten those inside the packhouse's attention because Tala and Bryan were ripping the car doors open before the car even stopped. Tala's screams were frantic as she assessed her mate being pulled from the vehicle. Now that they were back in their territory, the pack bonds seemed to work better, and Remy could feel her father pulling on them to start the healing process. Bryan growled as he smelled the wounds for infections. Remy already knew there weren't any, thank the Goddess, but he was going to be more coherent than her or her mother with Lykos slowly dying as they carried him toward the infirmary. Bryan talked soothingly to Lykos, telling him that he would need to carry him over his shoulder in that form to get him there. Lykos whined in response, which was a more positive response than Remy expected. Bryan hoisted her father over his shoulder and dashed across the land toward the small building beside the building she was housed in. With a pack the size of the Great Plains, they needed their own hospital. Tala was trailing after Bryan to be beside her mate.
The sudden drop in energy from seeing her father in capable hands had Remy falling to the ground and leaning herself on the car to keep her steady. She could feel her body shaking, and she found herself thinking about the attack they had both just lived through. Whoever coordinated the attack must have been trailing their car to be able to descend on them while they were sitting on the side of the road. They followed them and waited for them to either get out of the car or sit long enough to rush in. Neither Remy nor her father could catch their scent since they were inside the car with the wind blowing around them and not in the vehicle. Neither of them expected to have a small pack of Lycans ambush them when they were inside a car. Remy didn't think to scan the woods around them while traveling along the road, either to ensure that no one was running alongside the car in the tree line or trying to find a perfect moment to attack them.
I won't make that mistake again.
With little energy, and no inkling of when it would return to her, Remy sat on the ground for what seemed like forever. The sun hung low in the sky, and Remy's stomach gurgled loud enough to compete with her Lycan. After shifting back and forth briefly, Remy needed food to bring her energy back up. The tiny clumps of dirt and rocks from the ground dug into her mostly-naked butt; clearly, she also needed some clothes. The downside of being a Lycan was that, when she shifted, her clothes were ripped to pieces. She was only thankful that she changed into more "proper" clothing to meet other alphas. She tried to argue, but Lykos wasn't having it. The black button-up shirt and black slacks were torn, and they were not her favorite leather jacket that Azulia had made for her. Lykos also didn't budge on her wearing her boots, so she had a pair of low heels from her mom instead. Remy tried to reach her feet, but her legs didn't want to move.
Then, a sudden rush of warmth spread through her veins, and she could feel the bond between her and Chase heat up inside her chest. Her lost energy was replenished, and his scent wrapped around her like a blanket. Remy looked around to see if his handsome self was near her, but she didn't find him. Silver Ridge was at least one hundred miles away from the Great Plains. Mate bonds weren't supposed to be this active with that distance between them, especially with it not being completed. It was the same with pack bonds. How this was possible was now on her laundry list of questions she wished she could have answers to since Kaida was dropped off on the beach.
