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 it carry

soaked-all of our food and clothing.I didn't care.Her screams

for

of her voice.She was far, I knew that much.Her cries for help and agonizing screams were

Abe, who was

ripped through my clothes, my body groaning with fatigue as I sprinted 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

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

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

air was

and her hands resting palms up on

was in her bloodied hand, whirling, small pieces of blood-covered gold popping open and

open, blinking slowly like

howled, alerting Abe of

ground

inside 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, rocks

"Eliza!"

of her injuries now clear

Cryptex penetrating her skin.Her mouth was slightly ajar as she stared forward through 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

cheek as

away from her

But then I felt

wasn't

her, landing on my ass as I looked down at her

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

and the inner pieces

bloodied surface.I ripped apart

crying, her breath

her palm.I shook her by the shoulders and her eyes rolled back in

the f**k is

shouted behind us, skidding to a stop and dropping

desperate look over my

as he saw

much

know, okay? We

"Everything is wet!"

whispered a thankful prayer and he opened it and found the contents still dry-sterile bandages, ointment,

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

"DRAVEN!"

I screamed, seeing red.

bastard.Where are you? What

air around us whispered in answer, a burst of cold

to get

my backpack and

saw it when I was trying to

up, cradling her in my arms

cold to the

and it took everything in my power not to scream and unleash my dark powers

wrapping the Cryptex in a wet shirt before he took the

minutes were standing before a darkened fissure at the base

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

my bare chest, praying she