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them all, and then I was bitten by the same damn wolf that took away my kills.” Perizada practically roared. “He’s dead. He’s worse than dead. Get out of the way, Lucian. Dillon, stay there and die with him if you want; frankly, I don’t give a damn.”
“Perizada,” Lucian’s deep voice rumbled.
“Do not Perizada me,” she snapped at her mate. “That damn wolf lost his shit and attacked me. We all know what that means. He’s feral. He will continue to kill until he’s destroyed.”
“Think about what that means, love,” Lucian said with the patience of a saint. “He is a male that has completed the Blood Rites. If she was dead, then he should be too. Maybe we need to get a little more information on what’s going on before executing a pack mate.”
“Just so you know, I hate it when you are rational and calm.”
“Would you rather I rant and rave?” Lucian asked without any humor in his voice.
“No! That’s my job. It’s your job to be rational and calm so I can have one more thing to be pissed off about. Now, let him up so we can get our answers.”
“We’re going to release you. Do not attack.” Dillon’s voice wrapped around him as the Alpha command took over through the pack magic.
Dalton nodded. They let him go and he slowly sat up. A pair of sweats landed at his feet. He snatched them up, realizing that his Alpha and Lucian were already slipping into their own clothes. He got them on and was reseated in less than a minute. His hands shook and his head pounded as he attempted to keep his wolf in check.
“What happened, Dalton?” Dillon asked as he sat down across from him. His legs were bent in front of him with his forearms resting on his knees. His posture was casual, but he was watching Dalton intently, like a hawk sitting on a limb watching a scurrying mouse.
“My mate is dead.” The words tasted like sandpaper in his mouth. They were four words that he never imagined he would ever have to say.
“I call B.S.,” Peri bit out. “The bond being broken keeps you from knowing if she’s dead. Obviously, if the bond were intact, you’d be dead too and I wouldn’t have to worry about getting my hands dirty with your murder. News flash, flea motel, you aren’t dead. With the bond broken, how can you possibly know that she’s dead?”
Dalton raised his head and looked up at the high fae, who stood with her hands crossed in front of her. Normally, he would have let her insults slide, but he didn’t care if she killed him. “I know it might be hard for your inflated ego to imagine, but perhaps, Perizada of the fae, you do not know everything. She was my mate. The bond was between us . And I felt the absence of it for the past day and a half. But I knew she was still there. I could sense her out there somewhere. But what I feel now is more absolute. The bond isn’t just gone. It’s not like the Blood Rites’ magic has been severed. If that were the case, then the pull between us would still be there. But now there is nothing. My mind knows that she was once mine, but my emotions tell me that there is nothing between us. There’s ― no ache, no desire ― nothing telling me that she’s my other half, not anymore. What could cause that, other than her death? You have an answer for everything, so what’s your answer to that, female?” She didn’t answer, just stood there looking at him like he’d just explained the theory behind quantum physics. “Finally, the all-knowing high fae has been struck dumb.”
“Careful, Beta,” Lucian warned.
When Peri finally spoke she began to pace back and forth in front of them. “What does your wolf feel?”
When Dalton didn’t answer, she stopped in front of him and met his eyes. Her power pulsed in the air causing it to hum with electricity. Then she did something he’d never even knew was possible.
“Speak, wolf!”
She summoned his wolf.
“Perizada,” Dillon growled.
Dalton knew why his Alpha was enraged. This
“Perizada,” Lucian’s deep voice rumbled.
“Do not Perizada me,” she snapped at her mate. “That damn wolf lost his shit and attacked me. We all know what that means. He’s feral. He will continue to kill until he’s destroyed.”
“Think about what that means, love,” Lucian said with the patience of a saint. “He is a male that has completed the Blood Rites. If she was dead, then he should be too. Maybe we need to get a little more information on what’s going on before executing a pack mate.”
“Just so you know, I hate it when you are rational and calm.”
“Would you rather I rant and rave?” Lucian asked without any humor in his voice.
“No! That’s my job. It’s your job to be rational and calm so I can have one more thing to be pissed off about. Now, let him up so we can get our answers.”
“We’re going to release you. Do not attack.” Dillon’s voice wrapped around him as the Alpha command took over through the pack magic.
Dalton nodded. They let him go and he slowly sat up. A pair of sweats landed at his feet. He snatched them up, realizing that his Alpha and Lucian were already slipping into their own clothes. He got them on and was reseated in less than a minute. His hands shook and his head pounded as he attempted to keep his wolf in check.
“What happened, Dalton?” Dillon asked as he sat down across from him. His legs were bent in front of him with his forearms resting on his knees. His posture was casual, but he was watching Dalton intently, like a hawk sitting on a limb watching a scurrying mouse.
“My mate is dead.” The words tasted like sandpaper in his mouth. They were four words that he never imagined he would ever have to say.
“I call B.S.,” Peri bit out. “The bond being broken keeps you from knowing if she’s dead. Obviously, if the bond were intact, you’d be dead too and I wouldn’t have to worry about getting my hands dirty with your murder. News flash, flea motel, you aren’t dead. With the bond broken, how can you possibly know that she’s dead?”
Dalton raised his head and looked up at the high fae, who stood with her hands crossed in front of her. Normally, he would have let her insults slide, but he didn’t care if she killed him. “I know it might be hard for your inflated ego to imagine, but perhaps, Perizada of the fae, you do not know everything. She was my mate. The bond was between us . And I felt the absence of it for the past day and a half. But I knew she was still there. I could sense her out there somewhere. But what I feel now is more absolute. The bond isn’t just gone. It’s not like the Blood Rites’ magic has been severed. If that were the case, then the pull between us would still be there. But now there is nothing. My mind knows that she was once mine, but my emotions tell me that there is nothing between us. There’s ― no ache, no desire ― nothing telling me that she’s my other half, not anymore. What could cause that, other than her death? You have an answer for everything, so what’s your answer to that, female?” She didn’t answer, just stood there looking at him like he’d just explained the theory behind quantum physics. “Finally, the all-knowing high fae has been struck dumb.”
“Careful, Beta,” Lucian warned.
When Peri finally spoke she began to pace back and forth in front of them. “What does your wolf feel?”
When Dalton didn’t answer, she stopped in front of him and met his eyes. Her power pulsed in the air causing it to hum with electricity. Then she did something he’d never even knew was possible.
“Speak, wolf!”
She summoned his wolf.
“Perizada,” Dillon growled.
Dalton knew why his Alpha was enraged. This
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