Chapter 5
Nyx
Rage fills me, flooding my limbs, until I am twitchy with the need to fight, with the need to break something… with the need to kill the humans who did this to her all over again.
It isn’t enough. I want to make them pay more. I want to make them hurt.
How dare they do this to her?
Their deaths flash through my mind. I recall the exact expression of a human male in a lab coat—pure terror and shock in his eyes—as he held his arms up to block me. As if that could do anything against a hundred and fifty pound beast with razor-sharp claws and two-inch canines.
I want to kill him again, but the need to destroy her enemies fades the moment her doe-like eyes snap open. Eyes that are round, and sweet, and as blue as the sky on a perfect summer’s day.
She blinks in confusion; her gaze flicks from the new patterns on her skin, over to the exact match on mine.
I lift her frail body into my arms as a light bursts all around us, marking us. Now that I’m holding her, I won't let her go for a single moment, not ever.
My gaze flicks over to my alpha in a silent question. If he needs me, I’m his wolf. I’ll fight his battles without question. But my mate… She needs me too, and she doesn’t have anybody.
My alpha doesn’t make me choose. Roman nods once, signaling me to go. Take care of her—another reason I would follow him anywhere. The Blackwood alpha doesn’t fling his power around like a weapon, forcing all the wolves around him to submit. No, Roman is a true leader.
Gingerly, careful not to drop her, I turn from the room murmuring. “What’s your name?”
“My name is Willow.” My mate whispers in a raspy, yet sweet voice.
She’s staring at me as if she isn’t quite sure that I am really here.
There’s something off about her reactions…
like she’s still fighting the silver in her system—even though I’d torn off her chains and the wires holding her in place—there is something about the way her gaze slips off me, losing focus… I don’t like it.
I don’t want her here, surrounded by all these sick and dying wolves and by the corpses of the humans who’d experimented on her.
I grip her carefully as I pick up the pace, making my way out of this labyrinth of cruel experiments and shifter misery. “Willow, my name is Nyx, and I’m going to get you out of here,” I vow.
Willow is under my protection now.
Anyone who even thinks of lifting a finger against her will have to deal with me.