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“I agree with Shiloh,” I said, thinking of the times our females were targeted. “It’s impossible to be everywhere at once, and even the most well-protected safe house can be compromised. When all is said and done, I want the females of Hidden Creek to have a fighting chance.”
Bowen stood next to me. “I second that. War is coming, and every member of our pack should prepare. The Council won’t show mercy when they’re trying to take down our pack—everyone will be a target.”
Chapter 18
Theron
“She’s ready to go,” Korren said, finishing his checkup on Myla. “She’s still exhausted from the strain of the magic and will likely need food, water, and rest, but everything should be back to normal in a day or two.”
Relief flooded my body as he confirmed she was healthy despite the toll the dark magic had taken on her.
“Thank you, Korren,” she said.
“No thanks needed. But if you feel odd, anything at all, you come back to me right away.” He tipped his head, giving her a stern look. “Do you promise me?”
“Promise,” she replied.
“Do you think something will go wrong?” Gentry asked, studying Myla as if he could peer inside her.
“No, but the residual effects of magic aren’t always clear, so I just want to be safe.”
“How could they even cast a spell to control the Omegas like that?” I asked. “I’ve never heard of such a thing.”
“The taken,” Myla whispered, drawing our attention.
“Huh?”
She cleared her throat. “The taken wolves. The ones the unsanctioned packs trade away. The witches use them to experiment and try new spells. This must have been one they were working on.”
Blasphemous. The Council willingly gave witches the upper hand against all shifters for access to magic.
“By the moon,” Korren cursed. “I’ll inform the Alpha when I’m done with Blythe.”
We thanked Korren, and he went to check on Blythe, who had just come to with a massive headache.
“How are you feeling?” I asked Myla, putting aside the information for now.
“Stiff. I’m ready to stretch my legs.”
“Remember what Korren said. You need to rest,” Gentry reminded her as she swung her limbs over the side of the bed and sat on the edge.
“He also said I looked fine. A walk sounds better,” she replied.
Myla slipped on her shoes as Gentry held his hands on either side of her as if she were a toddler about to topple over.
She gave him a sweet and slightly exasperated smile, taking his face in her hands. “I’m fine. If that changes, you’ll be the first to know.”
She powered ahead, waving away our feeble efforts to help her as she exited the medical building. The abduction attempt had shaken us, and while I could sense the remnants of her fear and relief through the bond, they were overshadowed by a skin-tightening need for freedom. Even so, her steps were fatigued.
Carry her. She is tired, my wolf urged.
She also wants to walk by herself, I reminded him.
He huffed like that was inconsequential. What we want and what we need are often two different things.
I weighed his words, hating that I agreed with him.
I guess some parts of me aren’t as evolved as I would like to believe.
