Now everything has changed.
I expect to be greeted by one of them as I approach the house, possibly attacked before I can even get a word out. But as I turn the door handle and push inside the house, I realize their focus isn’t on intruders.
I’ve never run so fast in my life as I climb the stairs and throw open the bedroom door. I try to clear my mind and keep my feelings neutral as my eyes adjust to the scene in front of me.
My heart thunders in my chest, and a guttural growl builds deep in my chest until it rumbles out of me. Their fangs are plunged deep into Lumi’s neck and wrists. Her blood spills from their mouths in puddles on the floor. They aren’t feeding off of her; their only intention is to kill her.
“Enough,” I say.
Chapter 41
Lumi
My pulse starts off fast, trying to keep up with what’s happening, pumping adrenaline through my body like that’s going to save me. The only thing that is going to save me is shifting, but even that might not be enough. Sweat drips down my brow and into my eyes, until I can barely see as the sharp fangs dig deeper into my veins. I can’t move as my skin changes from warm to cool. My head begins to spin, and my breath begins to weaken.
How much blood have they taken? How much longer until this pain ends?
It can’t take three vampires very long to drain me completely. My head feels lighter, and the room starts to spin. It won’t be long now.
“Enough,” a deep male’s voice rings through the room.
To my shock, the pain in my neck and wrists lessons. But the room is spinning so fast that I can barely register who’s in it. I feel weak, so weak that I can barely hold my own head up. They must still be holding onto me, or I’d fall to the floor.
Whoever spoke saved me, but just barely. Another second, and I would have drifted off to the other side. I’d be dead.
“Kill me, not her,” the voice says again. So familiar, the voice.
Mine—the voice belongs to me.
What?
I question my own thoughts.What the hell does that mean?
“Hold on, Rowena and Emeric are on their way. Just hold on,”the voice says in my head.
Rowena?
Emeric?
Who are they?
Think, think…
I try to make sense of anything. I try to lift my head. To open my eyes. But everything inside me is screaming that I should die, let go—that would be the best for everyone.
“Hold on, don’t you dare die,”that voice says in my head again.
But then why is my heart begging to stop beating? Why is it telling me to let go, that my death will save him?
Mine, he’s mine. I love him. Save him.
The words flood my head.
I love him. He’s your mate. Save him. Save him by dying.
My eyes fly open, and I see Ambrose standing on the other side of the room. He looks incredibly calm, but he’s all alone. There are no other pack members with him. Serenity is holding out her hand, holding him with her magic. I don’t know who’s stronger—her or him.
Ambrose doesn’t seem concerned. He’s looking directly at me with such intense focus.
