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 wind, followed by Eliza's voice gasping and crying out for help.I didn't hesitate.I jumped into the river and threw my body into action, letting

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

on for me" I

I 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

shift!" I yelled back to Abe, who was

rocky forest floor.I didn't turn back to see whether or not Abe had stopped to pick up my things.I had to

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

clouds parted, showering the clearing in the center in pale silver light.It

was

palms up on her knees.Her left hand and arm were

bloodied hand, whirling, small pieces of blood-covered

were open, blinking slowly

alerting Abe of

on the ground a few feet from

back to my usual form, pulling on a soaking wet shirt and pair of pants as I hurried over to her, rocks slicing into my bare

"Eliza!"

the extent of her

ajar as she stared forward through the circle and into the sparse birch forest.I knelt

to pry the Cryptex from her hand, but it was fixed in place like it was a part of her.She sucked in her breath, a shuddering moan escaping her

tear fell down her cheek as I took her face between

tears away from

then I felt

it wasn't

ass as I looked down

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

the Cryptex stopped whirling and the inner pieces slid free

its bloodied surface.I ripped

crying, her breath

her palm.I shook her by

f**k

to a stop

over my shoulder as I gathered her

eyes went wide as he

much

know, okay? We need

"Everything is wet!"

to dig through one of the backpacks.He pulled a leather pouch from his bag and whispered a thankful prayer and he opened it and found the contents

sent a rush of rage

"DRAVEN!"

I screamed, seeing red.

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

of cold wind sending dry

get out of

backpack and belt

was trying to find you.We

Eliza up, cradling her in my arms like

was freezing, cold

lips were tinged blue, and it took everything in my power not to scream and unleash my dark powers out of

knelt, wrapping the Cryptex in a wet shirt before

standing before a darkened fissure

breath, glancing at me with a look that told me he'd rather be home and warm in his bed than finding out whether

bare chest, praying she could feel the fevered