“I’m not running.” Her head snapped back to me. “I’m staying away because I’m trying to protect you and the pack. The prophecy—which you repeated to me—says I’m supposed to take the wolves from every werewolf who resists the damned Dark God. So not only did I release him, but I’m the werewolf antichrist as well.”
Her voice burned with pain and resentment, but all I could hear were the echoes of my own words, foolishly recounting the prophecy of the Dark Wolf God before I realized it was about her.
A twin-soul will come to power. They will be the harbinger of destruction.
I shook my head as I approached her. “We can’t be sure of what the prophecy means.”
She stretched out her hand, and dark tendrils of smoke swirled around her fingers and coalesced into the form of a wicked bronze blade.
The Soul Knife.
She raised it and pointed it at me. “It’s pretty clear what it means. If the Dark God gets his way, he’s going to take control of me, and I’m going to cut out the souls of everyone in the pack with this—just like Dragan tried to do to me.”
My eyes flicked to the wound he’d given her with the blade. It still hadn’t healed.
Cara, one of our pack members, hadn’t been even that lucky. We’d watched him ram the blade into her helpless form and sever her soul in the Dreamlands. She’d lived, but he’d left her a woman without a wolf—a truth that only Regina, Sam, and I knew. No one else, not even Savannah. The guilt of that failure was mine to bear.
But what if that was our whole pack’s fate, all of us without their wolves? Was this the end the prophecy warned of?
It took all my strength to keep my signature and expression steady. “You’re not Dragan. We’ll find a way to stop this.”
“I killed Dragan trying to prevent the Dark God from returning, but I just gave the Dark God exactly what he wanted. I refuse to be a puppet again.” With a snarl of frustration, Savannah hurled the knife into the sand, then dismissed it into tendrils of smoke with an angry flick of her wrist.
I couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief when the cursed thing disappeared.
My mate left the water and headed toward the beach, her shadow dress fluttering behind. “Until we figure out what’s going on, it’s safer if I stay away.”
In a step, I closed the distance and grabbed her wrist, spinning her around. “No,” I snarled, with a ferocity that made her eyes shoot open wide. “You’re coming back to Magic Side. With me.”
She tugged against my grip. “Jaxson—”
“Please,” I said, “we can figure this out together. Please, Savy. Trust me.”