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-"

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 me to the other side.I heard Abe's splash

food and clothing.I didn't

on for me"

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

yelled back to Abe,

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 my things.I had to get to her, especially now that the forest went silent, the wind coming to an eerie

a chance to give it much thought.I skidded to a stop, panting and staring wide-eyed

showering the clearing in the center in pale silver

was thick and

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

was in her bloodied hand, whirling, small pieces of blood-covered

blinking slowly like

alerting Abe

laying on the ground a

my clothes inside of it, and I grabbed the first thing I found as I shifted back to my usual form, pulling on a

"Eliza!"

hoarsely, the extent of her injuries now clear as

inner pieces of the Cryptex penetrating her skin.Her mouth was slightly ajar as she

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

as I took her face

her tears away from her

here-" But then I felt

it wasn't

her, landing on my ass as I looked down at her blood-covered

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

the inner pieces slid free of her, clicking

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

was crying, her breath coming in

me," I said sternly, tying the fabric in place over her

the f**k is

shouted behind us, skidding to a stop and dropping our

him a desperate look over my shoulder

as

too much

We need a fire,

"Everything is wet!"

his bag and whispered a thankful prayer and he opened it

sewing her hand back together sent a rush of rage through me.How did this happen? Who

"DRAVEN!"

I screamed, seeing red.

are you? What did you

burst of cold wind sending dry sticks and debris

need to get

hissed, kicking my backpack and belt toward

was trying

cradling her

was freezing, cold to the

everything in my power not to scream and

a wet shirt before

minutes were standing before a darkened fissure at the base

me he'd rather be home and warm in his bed than finding out whether of not this cave had

praying she could