Maisie
I felt it.
Searing pain exploded across my back as if the ash had hit me too, the bond carried every ounce of his hurt straight into me.
Soren sucked in a pained breath through his teeth and his forehead fell against mine as his shoulder—his burning shoulder—curved inward. "Seriously, Adams. We only let you out of our sight for five seconds. You are," another pained grunt. "—a walking hazard."
I stared at Soren's face above mine. My head went very quiet. I looked at Cole. At his green eyes wide with horror as he stared at Soren's back. At his trembling hands as the Lycans closed in on him.
Reid and Tucker and a few other faces blurred in my vision as they formed a protective line around him. On one hand, there were the wolves. On the other hand, there were Lycans.
This was it. The thing that started wars that lasted for centuries. That tipping point in the scale.
It wasn't Mercer that tipped things over the edge. It wasn't Jericho. Or Quinlan.
I moved.
