The Wolf Prince's Fated Heart - Page 101

Someone growls, and for a moment, I want to close my eyes and wish that I’m not imagining it.

“Cassie?” he calls and I’m moving before he has to repeat it.

“Graham?” I whisper in disbelief.

He actually came. The bond wasn’t enough to persuade me. I didn’t think I mattered. Not when his family was about to get attacked. Tears fall freely down my cheeks as a wave of relief washes over me.

“I’m so glad you’re here,” he tells me.

He grabs me, his strong arms lifting me out of the cellar. We keep holding onto one another for a long time. Nothing exists outside the embrace.

I bury my nose in his neck, allowing my mind to be engulfed by his scent. It calms the turmoil, bringing me to a place of peace.

“My love,” he breathes. “Are you okay? Are you hurt?”

His soothing tone makes me cry even harder. “No, no, I’m fine,” I sob. “Thank you for coming for me.”

“I will always find you, Cassie,” he swears. “If you get lost, I’ll navigate us back home.”

Oh, Graham.

My Graham.

I bury myself in him, needing to feel him. His presence makes me feel safe and secure.

“Jason’s gone,” he tells me. “I’m not exactly sure what happened, but he’s dead.”

I can’t believe this is finally over. I still shiver at the thought of what could’ve happened if Graham hadn’t come for me.

“How about we get out of here,” Graham says, his hands trailing down to my waist. It takes everything in my power to ignore his nakedness. There are more important things that require my attention right now. Though he’s not making it easy.

“Wait, we can’t just leave,” I protest. “What about the others?”

“They’re on their way to the Grey Manor,” Graham replies. “There’s nothing we can do.”

“We should go there and help,” I argue, but I quickly realize I’m useless in this war. “You should go.”

He shakes his head. “No way. I’m not leaving you.”

“We have to find a way to help them,” I insist. “There must be something we can do.”

Graham scratches the back of his head. “I could try giving the General a call. Maybe the humans can send some soldiers to help.”

“Do it!” I encourage him. “Please, do it now.”

He pulls his phone out and dials the number. The moment the call connects, he begins talking rapidly. There’s a faint light coming from underneath the door. I follow it into the backroom.

“Holy shit,” I mutter under my breath when I enter the room full of computer screens.

“What is it?” Graham asks, coming from behind me.

“They’re connected straight into F-Rec,” I tell him, gesturing at the footage in front of us.

“Maybe we can use it to see what’s going on at the Grey Manor,” Graham tells me. “Try to find out while I make another call.”

He returns his attention to the phone, but I zone out the sound, focusing on the screen. That’s how they kept themselves hidden. They were deleting the footage before it even appeared in our database. It’s genius!

“There,” I find the correct path and open it.