Chapter 0297


    A shiver goes down my spine. Thest time I had been surrounded by this many Lycans, I had been hunting ir.


    I guess it''s my gut that''s making me feel a little off. Hunting is in my blood and to not be ughtering this breed was more difficult than I had expected it to be when they are so readily avable


    Tension builds as the Lycans take note of my return, but so far, not one of the Lycans in here showed problems or appeared to be a threat. Their souls are clear and I''m almost annoyed. Even ir''s family were crystal clear.


    "Do I need to go to her?" Dane asks as I stop by him.


    "Damien is keeping herpany."


    “Look at that, you used his name." He scans the crowd. "Are we good here?"


    "Annoyingly, yes."


    "Good." He turns to the people. I see how he hesitates as he prepares to make Neah''s speech. "Neah has said that if you do not wish to help her, she understands and you are free to go. If you are staying, you can follow me to amodation."


    Thest few days had seen the Wolves clearing trees and knocking up log cabins at the side of the pack in preparation. I told them it was a stupid idea, but apparently, the idea hade from Neah and I said no more.


    There are mutterings between the adults and Ryken steps forward. "We are all in agreement." He does a final check in with his mate, ir''s mother, who nods her head. "ir needs to be stopped."


    Blondie and surfer boy lead them to the log cabins as Dane stays behind with me. "I know what I feel when ites to Neah, but I need you to tell me the truth. How bad is it?"


    "Really fucking bad." I say calmly and I see his shocked face. I exin to him what I saw, about the darkness using the old trauma cracks to creep in. "I thought she had more control over her Lycan. But it turns out, the unconnected cracks are what is stopping it."


    "Damien and Mallory..."


    "They don''t have cracks like


    Neah. They have some small onesText property ? N?vel(D)ra/ma.Org.


    from their time as humans, but


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    nothing like Neahs. Nyx is using the cracks. At first I thought she was using them to take over Neah, but I


    think she is trying to fill them. Make them whole. Make them hers."


    "To embed the darkness in her."


    "Something like that. But she did make a request. Something that I don''t have the answer to."


    "What?"


    "She asked if her Lycan could be bound."


    He stares at me with wide crimson eyes. They slowly narrow until they are slits. "It will kill her.”


    “And it still might kill her! She has been through enough."


    "I may know a lot about Lycans. I may have spent most of my life hunting them. I may also be able to see and read souls. But I can''t see those of the people that are not here. What I can do is some digging."


    "You should speak to us. He''s pretty good at finding information."


    "Perfect. I will go find him."


    "And don''t call him surfer boy. You might just get the punch you''ve been waiting for!"