Sold AS The alpha King's Breeder

Chapter 65 : Hold On For Me * Jared*

I pulled my clothes back on, not even bothering to clean the blood off my body.It wasn't my own.It belonged to the three wolves now scattered in pieces near the center of the camp.I huffed a breath, adrenaline coursing through my body as I looked at the wolves.I'd practically skinned them alive, then sent that shadow after what remained.

Abe was staring at me from across their remains, his eyes darkened as he pulled his knife belt through his belt loops.

"ELIZA!"

I shouted, baring my teeth.Nothing.

Only the wind carried any noise toward us, and it was the sound of the river roaring nearby.

The silver wolf at my feet twitched as it succumbed to a painful death.

Good.

This one I'd taken my particular time with.

It had barreled into our camp reeking of Eliza, of her fear, but not of her blood.

She'd gotten away somehow.

"Gather what you can.

We need to go,"

I barked, glancing at Abe before gathering up my supplies and our bedrolls.

Eliza's boots and socks had been dragged in several different directions.

Her knife belt and vest were still there as well.

She was out there barefoot with no way to protect herself.

"lI have her scent,"

Abe stated, shrugging on his backpack.

"What do you want to do with them?"

He waved his hand over the pile of dead wolves.I shook my head.

"I don't care, leave them.Let them be an example to whoever is dumb enough to try to track us."

The silver wolf was obviously in control of the rogues; that was a bad sign.It meant whoever this wolf had been before I ripped it apart with my bare hands had been a witch of some kind.

Only Dark Witches ran with the rogues.But this witch wasn't Hestia, that was clear enough.

Hestia would have killed Abe and Eliza without so much as looking at them, and she didn't need soulless rogues to do her dirty work.

We left the camp and followed Eliza's scent roughly a mile toward the mountains where her scent abruptly ended, right at the river's edge.

"s**t," I breathed, looking up and down the river bank.

"Can she swim?" Abe said flatly, crossing his hands over his chest.

I was more worried about her freezing to death somewhere downstream.

"Yes, she can swim-"

the river and threw my body into action, letting it carry me to

our food and clothing.I didn't care.Her screams were like

on for me"

pulled myself out of the river and broke into a wet sprint in the direction of her voice.She was far, I knew that much.Her cries for help and agonizing screams were being carried on the

to Abe, who was panting a few paces

forward, my paws thundering across the rocky forest floor.I didn't turn back to see whether or not Abe had stopped to pick up my

there on foot in less than an hour, I didn't know.I didn't have a chance to give it much thought.I skidded to a stop, panting and staring wide-eyed at a circle of stones not unlike the

showering the clearing in the center in pale

air was thick

down, her legs crossed and her hands resting palms up

small pieces of blood-covered

open, blinking slowly

Abe

was laying on the ground a few

first thing I found as I shifted back to my usual form,

"Eliza!"

of her injuries now clear

sharp inner pieces of the Cryptex penetrating her skin.Her mouth was slightly ajar as she stared forward through the circle

to pry the Cryptex from her hand, but it was fixed in place like it was a part

her cheek as I took her face

tears away from

here-" But then I felt it,

wasn't

back from her, landing on my ass as I looked down

lines of black ink snaked up her wrist and arm, intertwined with ink the color of raw emeralds.I screamed her name, crawling back over to her and doing everything in my power to tear the Cryptex from her flesh.She didn't flinch.She didn't even move as I yanked on it, cursing Lycaon audibly as I did

then the Cryptex stopped whirling and the inner pieces slid free of

surface.I ripped apart my shirt, using it

her breath coming

look at me," I said sternly, tying the fabric in place over her palm.I shook her by the shoulders

f**k is

us, skidding to a stop and dropping our

look over my shoulder

wide as he saw

much

okay? We

"Everything is wet!"

a leather pouch from his bag and whispered a thankful prayer and he opened it and

hand back together sent a rush of rage through me.How did

"DRAVEN!"

I screamed, seeing red.

f*****g bastard.Where are you? What did you do

us whispered in answer, a burst of cold wind sending dry sticks and debris showering over

get

hissed, kicking my backpack

nearby.I saw it when I was trying to find you.We can camp there and figure

her

cold

my power not to scream and unleash

Cryptex in a wet shirt before he took the

before a darkened fissure

home and warm in his bed than finding out

my bare chest, praying she could feel the