Valen POV

We were on the other side of the mountain from where we were meeting up with my father. We were still about an hour away because the storm was making visibility a real bitch.

Dion and a few other men were traveling in the cars behind us as we tried to get to my father. When the mind link opened up, Marcus came through. Stupidly, I opened it, allowing Tatum in on the link, not expecting the news we got.

“How far away are you?”

“About an hour away still, this storm is bloody terrible,” I tell him. 

My windscreen wipers were going a hundred miles an hour, and the road was barely visible, even to my enhanced eyesight. We were going to have a hell of a time finding anything out there if it didn’t blow over soon.

“Your father and John have headed in,” Marcus tells us.

“They were supposed to wait for us,” I growled, annoyed they would be so reckless and enter forsaken territory without backup. My father at least should know better. I know John isn’t in the right headspace at the moment because of Claire, but even he should know better than to be this reckless.

car and apparently some dried blood not far from it and

I can feel them through the tether, but it’s as if they are both ignoring me

snarls. I glanced at him out of the corner of my eyes,

have they got their

ten minutes, I

snarls, punching my dash when I ignore him. We were still an hour away. What

nearly there,” I tell Tatum, shoving him out of the mind link so I can focus on what Marcus is trying to say to me. I knew he was scared for Macey, but I never

quicker to go over the damn mountain than around it. Pull the car over, Valen,” Tatum yelled at

beside me, I jam both feet on the brake and rip the hand brake up. The car locks up, and I grit my teeth, trying to hang

loud as I try not to slide out and into a ditch. My eyes go to the rear vision mirror to see those behind us slamming on their brakes while Tatum’s body skidded and rolled across the

a stop, and I tossed my door open when he stopped. Climbing out, I hear him groan and get to his hands and

where he all but skinned himself alive, his clothes torn from his body

help him heal or kill him, I wasn’t sure, but his

I yelled, about to command him, when I heard his bones snapping, and he screamed. Each pop and crunch of bone was loud even over the raging storm

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