Chapter 127


    Chapter 127 – Sinir Comes Home


    Sinir


    The battlested for hours.


    By the time we reached the border, rogues were already pouring into the territory. I fanned my men out


    in a wide to intercept them, hoping that Hugo, Roger and my other squadron leaders were doing


    the same at the other borders. This was the first time I’d been in a fight without Gabriel and Sean, and


    though I was confident my warriors were up to the task, it felt strange to be in battle without them. Of


    course it waspletely worth it, I wouldn’t trust E with anyone else.


    Just before the fighting began, I forced myself to put E and the baby out of my thoughts. If I let myself


    worry about them I would be distracted from the battle, and that could be deadly. What’s more, if I


    focused on my sweet mate or what she might think of the violence I wasmitting, I might not be able


    to do what was necessary to win. War is brutal and ruthless – there’s no room for softness or tender


    feelings, and E inspires nothing but.


    I told myself that I’d let myself feel the toll of violence when it was over. I had to turn off my emotions in


    the moment in order to protect my pack and my family, and I could live with the callousness of being a


    cold-blooded killing machine for a few hours. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if I failed.


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    I lost count of how many rogues I killed, how many lives I ended with nothing more than my fangs. As


    the fighting dragged on, I focused only on the next step, the next target. I took my fair share of blows,


    bing beaten and bruised as the night continued. ws sliced into my ribs, teeth dragged down


    my back, and my own blood and sweat blended with the mud and fluids of dying rogues.


    When it was all over the earth suddenly seemed too quiet. I’d gotten so used to the sounds of


    aggression and pain, the blood rushing in my own ears, that I worried something might be wrong with


    my hearing. Shaking myself, I recall that the wilderness should be serene and still – if anything is


    abnormal it’s the blood soaking into the ground as far as the eye can see.


    I look around the forest, watching my wolves patrol for signs of survivors with a sense of grim pride. It


    hadn’t been easy, but we did our job. For the first time I take an inventory of my own injuries, noticing


    the lingering pain in my ribs, and the beginning of a wicked bruise on my leg.


    I can’t rx until I know that the other fights seeded as well, so I shift and race back to the car to


    retrieve my phone. Roger, Hugo and the othermanders all sent messages saying that their areas


    were secure, and the former two are already on their way here to provide backup in case we need it. I


    call them off, instead turning to the reporters who followed us into the field, filming the battle.


    I look into the nearest camera, trying to hide my impatience. I want to send the pack reassurance, but I


    need to get back to E too. I know she made it to the safe house alright and that nothing will happen


    as long as they’re there, but this entire ordeal has been incredibly unnerving.


    “I’m pleased to report that the invasion has been sessfully stopped. My enforcers have pushed back


    and eliminated the rogue threat, with minimal losses on our side. I will provide more details in the hours


    and days toe, but I want to assure everyone that Moon Valley is safe, and the all clear signal will


    be issued as soon as possible.”


    The reporter standing next to the cameraman frowns, raising his hand to his ear.


    “Alpha, headquarters is saying the all clear was already given – hours ago.”


    “What?” I demand, my face crumpling into a grimace. ‘That’s not possible.”


    “I don’t know how it happened, but they’re certain. It doesn’t sound like anyone took it seriously


    because they could see from our footage that the threat was ongoing, but the signal was definitely


    given.”


    I pause, trying to wrap my head around this idea. The only people in the territory who can issue


    emergency orders (or call them off) are myself, the Alpha council and the King. As I process this,


    something else urs to me. Everyone with ess to technology would see the footage, but we keep


    the sirens and all clear signal systems for people who don’t or who aren’t connected in the moment.


    My safe houses are technology free for very good reason – because when the Prince attempted to


    assassinate my father, the hitman tracked him through his devices.


    A horrible possibility enters my head then. If the all clear went out then Gabriel and Sean would have


    followed protocol and taken E home.


    What if our fears were right, and this was a distraction? My wolf growls. If the King can call for the all


    clear the Prince probably found a way to use his father’s authority to give the order, and then E


    would havee out of hiding.


    Damn it, this is Lydia’s doing! I think bitterly. She knows our protocols, she knows the systems. If


    everyone else was still inside hunkering down, the Prince’s men could have intercepted E or waited


    for her at the house, and no one would notice a thing.


    “I have to go.” I dere gruffly, turning on my heel and striding back to the cars. I call Hugo and Roger


    and brief them along the way, beyond furious with myself for not foreseeing this possibility. They try to


    assure me that it’s probably nothing, but I won’t have it. I can feel that something is wrong in my gut.


    We race back to the city, breaking every speed limit possible along the way. I’m silently praying to the


    Goddess the whole journey, begging her to let me be wrong.


    Of course, I wasn’t wrong.


    When we get back to the house, I discover one of the guards in charge of protecting


    E lying in a bloody heap on the doorstep. “Alpha.” He groans, clutching a wound in his stomach. “I’m


    sorry.”


    “Shit, help him.” I order, slipping my hands under his arms while Hugo takes his feet and we cart him


    inside. Wey him out on the couch and Roger leaves to call for a doctor. “Jeremy, where are the


    others?” I ask sharply, trying to stay calm even though I’m fairly certain my entire world is about to end.


    “Dead.” He moans, tears burning in his eyes. “Gabriel, Sean… they’re all dead.”


    “What happened?” I inquire, my hands clenched in fists at my sides. He hadn’t said


    E’s name, but if her protectors are dead and she’s not here… only a fool would hold onto hope in


    such circumstances.


    ‘They ambushed us, surrounded us so we had no choice but to fight.” He coughs, and crimson liquid


    stains his lips. “We were so outnumbered… we never stood a chance. And then E… they were about


    to kill Gabriel and she must have known we’d lost. She got out of the car and told them to leave us


    alone, she gave herself up to save us.”


    That did it. The leash I’d been holding on my emotions snapped as my entire world shattered. An


    agonized roar bursts from my lips, and I crash to my knees, unable to believe my ears. I’ve never


    known such pain, to not only lose my mate but our pup, and to think it happened when I left her alone.


    No! She can’t be gone. My wolf howls desperately. I would feel it, I would sense it. I don’t believe this. I


    spiral into denial right along with him, It can’t be true. It’s too horrible. What was she thinking –


    impossible, noble little fool. Why would she sacrificed herself!


    ‘They killed Gabriel anyway, and she was so furious… she just attacked them.” He shakes his head, as


    if he still can’t believe how fearless she’d been. “I’m so sorry,


    Alpha.” He groans, “they took her.”


    I’ve entered a strange fog, and it takes me a moment to understand. My head jerks up, ‘Wait a minute –


    they took her?”


    ‘Yes.” He nods, ‘They put her in the car and drove off.”


    ‘They didn’t kill her?” I demand, needing to be certain I understood him correctly.


    “If they did, they didn’t do it in front of me.” He murmurs regretfully.


    “Dominic?” Roger says, looking at me with obvious concern.


    ‘This is Lydia.” I hiss. ‘The Prince isn’t this strategic.” A moment ago it had felt as though everything I


    knew and loved was breaking into a million tiny pieces, but now the destruction halts. Nothing is fixed


    or restored, the copse is simply stalled, with my heart hanging in the bnce. Now the ridiculous


    kernel of hope burgeoning in my chest surges forward, and I find myself forming a n. “I want to talk


    to them – right fucking now!”