Page 80 of Fated By Fire
“So, what’s the plan?” asks Lydia, who’s remained silent throughout the conversation.
“I don’t think we’re going to be able to charge in there breathing fire,” says Dorian, glancing at me.
“It won’t work,” says Daniel. “The place is a maze. I’ll take you to where he’s most likely to be, but it’s going to be close-quarters fighting.”
“Good to know,” I say, not really liking the idea but knowing we have limited options. “Right,” I say to the small gathering. “Take a few minutes to prepare yourselves. We’ll leave in fifteen.”
As the clan members disperse, I turn back to the scarf draped over the chair. I pick it up, running the silky fabric between my fingers.
“Interesting choice of decor,” I comment to Dorian.
He glances over, his expression momentarily guarded. “Belongs to a friend.”
“Juno from the coffee shop, isn’t it?” I raise an eyebrow.
He meets my gaze evenly. “You always were observant.”
“Does she know about us?”
He shrugs. “She’s… open-minded.”
I sigh. “Just be careful. We can’t afford more exposure.”
“Noted,” he replies, a hint of irritation in his voice.
I let it drop, focusing instead on the mission ahead. I’ve never felt the burden of responsibility so intensely. Elena’s life hangs in the balance, and the fate of the clan may very well hinge on what happens tonight.
“Caleb,” Dorian says quietly, stepping closer. “We’ll get her back.”
I nod, though uncertainty gnaws at me. “We have to.”
Together, we head toward the others. Weapons are being distributed—blades forged with dragonfire, capable of piercing even the toughest scales. But for the most part, we’ll rely on the weapons nature gave us. Fire, tooth, and claw.
“Remember,” I address the group, my voice firm. “Our goal is to rescue Elena and stop Malakai. We move swiftly and strike hard. No unnecessary risks.”
They nod in unison, determination etched on their faces.
As we prepare to leave, Daniel approaches me hesitantly. “Caleb, there’s something else.”
“What is it?”
“Malakai… he’s not alone. I was just one of many. He’s rallied others to his cause. They won’t let her go without a fight.”
I meet his gaze steadily. “Then we fight.”
He swallows, nodding. “Understood.”
We move out into the night, a silent force blending into the shadows. Seattle’s underground awaits—a labyrinth of forgotten tunnels and hidden dangers.
As we descend into the depths, the chill of the mate bond intensifies. Elena’s fear sharpens; I feel it as keenly as my own.
“Hold on, Elena,” I whisper into the darkness. “I’m coming for you.”
And may the gods help anyone who stands in my way.
Chapter 29
Elena
