The Wolf Prince's Fated Heart - Page 97

Let’s go, I tell my wolf.

He eagerly jumps forward and initiates the shift. It’s no use running in human form when we can use the speed our other form has to offer.

Garren mutters something about ruining a good set of clothes, but I’m already out of the conference room. Gavin calls after me. I don’t turn back.

My heart is leading me toward Cassie. I quickly sprint out of the manor, long before the first wave of the radicals arrives. Now’s my best chance to get my mate back. I won’t waste it.

The closer I get, the stronger the bond gets. Its fuzzy essence becomes crystal clear, making it easy for me to follow. Now that I can focus my thoughts on it, my instincts begin to tug at the edges of my consciousness, showing me a single dot on a map.

It’s incredible, I breathe, never imagining the bond being like this. I wonder what else it can do.

Let’s hope we’ll have time to find out, my wolf muses and runs faster toward the pull.

It doesn’t take me long to track the warehouse down. Once it’s in my line of sight, it takes everything I have not to run straight in.

We should search for signs of magic, my wolf says. Spells and shit like that.

I suddenly wish I hadn’t skipped those classes at the Academy. The professors at the Academy are professionals in their field. Their lessons come from their real-life experience. Many of them even wrote the books they’re teaching from.

How could I let my obsession with technology encourage me not to pay attention to any of the other subjects?

Should we sniff around? I ask my wolf.

I’ll do that while you use the shadows to mark the path ahead of us, he replies. Maybe they can activate the trap before we step into it.

That’s a good idea, I agree.

We run in a circle, establishing the perimeter and assessing each inch of the property for any dangers. It takes us ten minutes, but it feels like much longer. My anxiety continues to rise as I can sense Cassie getting closer and closer.

Almost there, I say to both of us.

I can’t smell anyone around, he replies. The scents are all old.

Let’s try to listen, I suggest.

We stop and lower our powerful wolf-body in a crouch. Our ears prick up and remain still as we listen.

A heartbeat.

It’s Cassie’s, I say to my wolf, immediately recognizing it.

Finally, all that’s left is to enter the warehouse and free my mate.

I shift back to my human form and wrap myself in shadows. They’re serving not only to cover my nakedness but also as an impenetrable shield of darkness.

Ready? I ask my wolf.

I got your back, he replies, sending a warm wave of healing power through my body to soothe the muscles. Even if I’m in the safety of my powers, my back is always tense before going into battle. I won’t feel safe until Cassie’s in my arms, and my family’s victory is ensured.

One deep breath later, and I’m pushing open the door to the warehouse. It’s dark, no windows. My Night Vision activates at once. My eyes dart around. I have to find Cassie.

Roughly ten steps into the warehouse and I stop abruptly, a frown on my face. This can’t be right.

Another heartbeat, my wolf warns. We’re not alone.

The smell hits me a second later. All the previous senses are overwhelmed by the tacky scent of cheap cologne.

As if on cue, an older man steps out of the darkness. His brown eyes hold no emotion, and his lips are curled up in a humorless smile.