Now, I had to make peace with never seeing her again. I accelerated along the highway, pushing my bike faster, feeling the pull of the woods. I wanted to scream, I wanted to howl, I wanted to break every bone in Lola’s killer’s body.
But I’d given the chance to Skylar. My mate.
Who was now protecting the stone.
My heart felt like it was shattering into a million pieces. I’d lost my sister and I couldn’t be with my mate.
The stone had to stay away from the pack. If I claimed Skylar while she was the keeper, it would be too dangerous. As long as she held the stone, we couldn’t be together. It would have to pass to another.
But I couldn’t stay away from her. Now that I knew who she was, I could already feel the connection between us. The bond was there, even if she didn’t yet know.
Even if I wanted to stay away from her, I knew my wolf would eventually win and I would give in. I’d have to find a way to eliminate that stone.
I took the exit toward the National Park. Thousands of acres untouched by industry. Easy access to this park was part of why my pack had built up such a strong hold in Harbor Crossing. We were the only pack who could hold our own against the vampire royals who also claimed the city.
But the vampires didn’t give a shit about the open spaces or woods. They wanted the factories and shops and clubs. Our pack was simple. We valued family and freedom. Space to run, time to follow our traditions, peace.
Whoever was after the stone was threatening all of that. The fragile balance between my pack and the vampires was hanging in the balance.
Aside from that, whoever started this already killed my sister. If my mate followed, I wasn’t going to turn the other cheek. I’d slay every member of the killer’s family, every member of their pack or coven. Nobody would be safe.
With Lola’s death, we’re already on the brink of war. If Skylar dies, these monsters will beg me for death.