“Fire became the thing that worked, deep burns take time to heal, even if you are a fast healer because everything beneath the surface carries on cooking. I managed to burn down several homes in the process. I don’t regret that.”

“But Enzo, the guy you killed, he caught on quickly, I was never allowed out of his sight, ever. I couldn’t even shower or use the toilet alone. If he took me anywhere to get new clothes, he would be in the changing room with me. At night he cuffed me to the bed so I couldn’t sneak out, set a fire or strangle him in his sleep.”

She bobs her head, “So I know I’m broken Brax. I’ve heard you talk about the cracks in Neah’s soul. And I know what happens when they meet. It was only a matter of time until everything caught up with me.”

“Why haven’t you told me all of this before?” I knew she had been holding something back, but this wasn’t what I was expecting. Yet I knew the words that are coming out of her mouth are so heartbreakingly truthful.

She lets out a soft sigh, “Coming here was supposed to be a new start for me. Especially after you shot Enzo,” She rubs at her neck again, “Not once did I ever think I would lose the rest of my abilities.”

“What if you can get them back and gain your Lycan too?” It was a long shot, but it might just work.

“Don’t be stupid. This is the hand I have been dealt. This is what I have to live with.”

“No. I don’t believe you were brought into my life, just for me to watch you wither away. The higher powers work in some messed up ways, but I’m sure your death is not one of those ways.”

“Brax, it’s fine. I know what’s coming. And I am okay with it.”

“You can be so fucking frustrating.” I snap, she wasn’t even prepared to listen to what I had to say.

“Just as frustrating as having you watch me for weeks on end and making me feel like I was losing my mind before you finally accepted me, even if it was in secret!”

I cross the room and rip her off the bed. She lets out a squeal as I pull her against my chest. My lips hit hers hard and she melts into me. Her arms loop around my neck as my hands move down to her waist.

She pulls away, a little out of breath, but I hold her steady, keeping her hips pressed against mine as she leans back to stare at me.

“Just because I can’t sense our bond anymore, it doesn’t mean that I don’t want you.”

“But I’m….”

“Not if I can convince Neah to bite you.”

“Bite me? As in mark me? I don’t understand, she is mated.”

“Not mark you, that’s different. You would be like Damien and Mallory.”

Her eyes widen and her brows shoot up. “I still don’t understand.”

“They are not pure blooded Lycans, they were created. They were once Human and were turned.”

She frowns and sucks in her cheeks. When her eyes pop up to meet mine, they are full of sadness that wasn’t there before. “But you are a Hunter, why make me Lycan again?”

“You don’t want to be?”

“I don’t know anymore. For most of my life, have just been fighting t

exist but more often than not, bet

waited for Death to meet

“You were in an horrendous situation.”

“I was, but I’m not like the other Lycans, I know that deep down. I’ve never been able to shift. I didn’t have that exciting moment when I turned thirteen. The only thing that changed for me was that I became a toy for assholes. Having my abilities but not being able to shift did nothing for mel was always convinced they were drugging me with something to keep my Lycan trapped, but up until Cooper, I have been here, knowing exactly what is being put into my body and I still couldn’t shift. So what’s the point of being bitten if I’m still not able to shift?”