How much can love save?
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Leila is torn between keeping away from her mate and saving her Pack. She believes staying away from him is best for the both of them. But the only way she stands a chance at protecting the people she loves is if she accept...
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NICK'S POV
It was a fool's errand, running into battleground without a clear map, going for a fight when you were blind. But I had stopped seeing sense the moment Max hit the floor. I had stopped seeing completely when I figured my sister was in danger.
I hadn't run in to save Natalia in time but I was damn well saving Natasha.
I was glad when Leila and Kayeel didn't object. I was glad when Leila's council thought it was a stupid idea but agreed to take action too. We didn't bother with announcements or threats when we entered the woods in Blue Moon Pack.
Edward was prepared.
But we were desperate.
If I was going down, I vowed to take him to hell with me.
I trusted my soldiers completely. Kayeel led the bulk of them to the far side of the forest, their mission simple yet crucial: create a distraction loud enough to draw every ear and eye. It worked like a charm. The ruckus of distant howls and clashing bodies echoed through the trees, leaving our path almost unnervingly clear.
Moving through the shadows, we encountered only a handful of wolves. They didn't even see us coming. A flash of claws, the glint of a blade, and silence swallowed them before they could alert the others.
This was one of those rare moments when I truly appreciated Max's speed. He was more than fast-he was lethal. A blur of motion, cutting through the night like a phantom. By the time they caught the faintest scent of him, it was already too late. They collapsed in heaps, eyes wide with surprise, as if death itself had materialized out of nowhere.
He cleared the path for us effortlessly, his movements precise and deadly. Even I, with heightened senses, could barely keep track of him.
But Edward was no fool.
As we approached the woods at the back of the mansion, he was there, waiting. His silhouette emerged from the darkness like a specter, flanked by his soldiers. Their eyes glinted with malice, their stances poised for bloodshed.
Edward's lips curved into a mocking smile as he stepped forward. "Well," he drawled, his tone rich with amusement, "I assumed you'd be clever enough not to come through the back."
Leila stepped up beside me, her presence commanding and unwavering. She met Edward's gaze without flinching, her blue eyes glowing faintly under the moonlight.
"And I," she replied coolly, her voice cutting through the tension like a blade, "assumed you'd be clever enough to wait here for me."
The air grew heavy, charged with the promise of violence. The calm before the storm had arrived.
He chuckled slowly as if he had all the time in the world. "You're just a child. It's been very easy to control you...predict you. Though you really did take me back when you started spreading your legs for that one."
