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-"

and crying out for help.I didn't hesitate.I jumped into the river and threw my body into action, letting it carry me to the other side.I heard

our supplies would be soaked-all of our food and

for

broke into a wet sprint in the direction of her voice.She was far, I

shift!" I yelled back to Abe, who was panting a

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 things.I had to get to her, especially now that the forest went

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

center

air was thick and

her hands resting palms up on her knees.Her left hand and arm were soaked with

whirling, small pieces

blinking slowly like

howled, alerting Abe of my

on the ground a few feet

of it, and I grabbed the first thing I found as I shifted back to my usual form, pulling on a soaking wet shirt and pair of pants as I hurried over to her,

"Eliza!"

of her

sharp inner pieces of the Cryptex penetrating her skin.Her mouth was slightly ajar as she stared forward through the circle and into the sparse birch forest.I knelt in front of her, inspecting

it was fixed in place like it was a part of her.She sucked in her

down her cheek as I took her face between

wiping her tears away from her cheeks with my

But then I felt

wasn't my

her, landing on my ass as

name, crawling back over to her and doing

stopped whirling and the inner pieces slid free of her, clicking back into

fell to the ground, dirt now coating its bloodied surface.I ripped apart my shirt,

crying, her breath coming in

me," I said sternly, tying the fabric in place over her palm.I shook her by the shoulders and her eyes rolled back in

f**k is

skidding to

look over my shoulder as I gathered her

wide as

too much blood,

f*****g know, okay? We

"Everything is wet!"

of the backpacks.He pulled a leather pouch from his bag and whispered a thankful prayer and he opened it

rush of rage through me.How

"DRAVEN!"

I screamed, seeing red.

What

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

need to get out

hissed, kicking my backpack and belt toward

when I was trying to

cradling her in my

was freezing, cold

my power not to scream and

Cryptex in a wet

minutes were standing before a darkened

heaved a nervous breath, glancing at me with a look that told me he'd rather be home and warm in his bed than finding out whether of not this cave

Eliza to my bare chest, praying she could