Another hot tear slipped free, and I wiped it away. “Just say it.”
Michael wiped a hand down his face, and when he looked at me, I could see the lines on his face had deepened from one moment to the next. He didn’t want to tell me, but being an Alpha came with a lot of hard jobs.
Today was hard for him.
Today would be harder for me. “Say it.”
“Okay.” He gave me a slow nod before sitting tall again and meeting my gaze. “I have to assume that something is keeping her from getting away. She’s so strong, Dastien. So strong. Not just her wolf side or her pack magic or the magic that would’ve allowed her to rule the most powerful coven in the world.” He let out a breath. “I don’t know what’s keeping her from getting away, but whatever it is, it can’t be good. I’m worried that—”
Oh God. I was going to throw up. I couldn’t hear it anymore.
I had to move, or I was going to be sick.
I ran into the hallway. My vision was blurry, and I didn’t care.
“Don’t make me tranq you again.” Michael’s power was back—pushing my wolf to submit—and I didn’t give a flying shit about that.
I jumped at him, but Michael pivoted, pushing me into another room.
My back hit a wall, but I couldn’t see anything. I couldn’t feel anything.
I grabbed the closest thing I could and started smashing everything in the room.
The window.
The cabinets.
The walls.
I grabbed a chair, slamming it into the floor over and over and over until there was not enough chair left
for me to hold onto.
And then I kept going.
Until I couldn’t breathe.
Until my hands were bloody.
Until I hit the ground and finally saw the shattered remains of the room.
This infirmary room was toast.
The bed was shredded. Pieces of fluff floated in the air, looking like cotton snowflakes as they fell to the floor. The chair had shattered into splinters. The cabinets would crash the rest of the way to the floor if someone breathed on them.
I didn’t need to see Michael to feel him watching me from the doorway. His power was softly urging me to calm down, and for a second, I listened to it, to him.
I pulled my knees in, rested my forehead on them, and I knew I was failing her.
I was failing. My control was failing.
She was hurt, and I…
I was failing her.
“If she’s hurting, I should be able to feel it. I should be able to know where she is. I should be able to find her and save her.” My voice was half-growl, and my wolf was fighting me again. Breaking free. And I wasn’t sure I should fight him anymore.
“They’ve done something to your bond to hide it from you, but I promise it’s there.”