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Page 137 of Dreams of Magic

The wolf didn’t have a chance to react as Aiden wrenched his neck to the side. With a loud crack, the wolf fell limp.

Aiden took a quick look around him to make sure no one else was about to attack them before he shifted back.

With a smooth wave of her arms, Raven opened her glass box to allow him in, “Where the fuck are they?”

Raven shook her head, “I don’t know.”

He gripped her arms and gave her a slight shake, “You gave them a fucking tracker! How can you not know? How could they take them like that?”

“Black magic. Sorcerers.” She shrugged out of his grip and paced a foot away, “He must have a lot more than we knew Aiden. To move that many people like that, when they weren’t even touching, when the sorcerers weren’t even in the clearing. I’ve never seen it done!”

Aiden got a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach, “Can you find them?”

Raven’s face fell, her voice filled with grief, “I don’t know Aiden. But I will do everything in my power to find them.”

Aiden nodded, then turned back to the fight beyond the clear barrier. At the sound of a wolf howling in pain, he pushed aside all thoughts of Kenzie and Marshall and focused on his men.

He would not let them die here. He would get them out of this mess. And when this fight was over, he would move Heaven and Earth to find the two people he loved more than anything else.

He would rip this world apart if he had to.

As he shifted again, he reached out to the woman who had stolen his heart,“Hold on sweetheart. I will find you.”

Epilogue

Kenzie woke up with her head screaming in pain, along with the rest of her body. Her arms were numb but also felt like they were being wrenched out of their sockets. When she looked up, she realized why.

Her arms were cuffed above her head, and she was dangling from them by a chain that was hooked over a metal beam in the ceiling. Her toes just skimmed the floor, enough that she could touch the floor but not enough to relieve the pressure.

That’s when she realized she was barefoot and most of her clothes had been removed, leaving her in a bra and shorts. She didn’t recognize the shorts and cringed at the thought of someone undressing and redressing her.

She tried to pull on the metal cuffs around her wrists to see if there was any way to slip out, but they were too tight and bit into her skin. She kept pulling anyway. What else was she supposed to do, just hang there waiting for someone to rescue her?

When the skin on her wrists broke, she kept pulling for a moment, until she realized her skin was burning.

It felt like fire as the metal scraped against the open wound. That’s when she started to panic.

The cuffs were iron.

As the meaning sunk in, she started to hyperventilate.

“Kenz.”

“Whaaa…” The voice distracted her enough for her to catch her breath. It was so quiet though, barely a whisper. She couldn’t tell who else was in the dark with her.

The room was pitch black, with only a small sliver of light creeping through a crack that she figured must be the door. Thankfully, werewolves could see in the dark.

But even with her vision, which was a little blurry at the moment, she couldn’t see anyone. The voice had been too quiet and distorted for her to be able to tell where it had come from.

“Kenz.” The person coughed and the sound echoed around the room, “Behind you.”

She could hear him now, behind and a little to the right.

She grunted as she tried to use her legs to spin her around. Her toes wouldn’t touch the ground enough for her to get any leverage. She could feel the moisture on her cheeks as she started to cry from the pain in her arms and wrists as they were wrenched with every movement. But she didn’t care.

Finally, after several long minutes of swinging like a monkey, she turned enough to see her brother chained to a wall. His arms were chained above his head like hers, but he was kneeling on the stone floor with his head down.

He had also been stripped and was wearing only a pair of dark boxer briefs. In the dark, his skin was so pale it looked almost translucent. His tattoos were practically jumping off his white skin.




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