Saviour

Chapter Twenty-Three

     Everything was dull.

The senses I had relied on my entire life were gone. The connection to had been severed, and I felt utterly empty. Like the cord to my soul had snapped.

I attempted to extend my senses, my smell, my sight... but came up empty. A real sense of hopelessness washed over me at the loss.

And the connection that had been growing between Greyson and I...

"Oh my god." My voice was panicked. "It's gone. All of it." Tears began to prickle in the corner of my eyes as I struggled not to have a complete mental breakdown in front of Agatha.

Despite my anguish, an excited cry of joy came from Agatha. "It worked! I don't smell the scent of mutt on you any longer. All I smell is the scent of a full-blooded witch!" My watery, narrowed eyes slowly rose to glare at her. 

"I swear to god, if you don't stop looking so excited about this, I will make your life a living hell." I ground out angrily, trying to reason with myself that hitting a wrinkly old woman would be in bad taste. I would look like the bad guy, not her.

The door burst open, revealing a panicked looking Gideon. 

"Halle, Greyson is freaking out. He says he can't sense you anymore, he's worried you're dead. What do you want me to tell him?"

"Tell him that it's part of the plan and everything is fine." I gave him a fake smile, wishing that that was truly the case. I wanted more than anything to be able to run my hands through his hair, to kiss his soft lips...

I shook my head, clearing the thoughts from my mind. I could only focus on one thing for right now, and that was saving everyone that I loved and cared about.

Gideon scoffed, "Halle, he is almost at your pack territory now. He thinks his mate is dead. I think it's time you called him. He's not going to take my word for it until he hears your voice."

I sighed deeply. "I can't tell him everything. If I did he would stop what he was doing and fly down here just to stop me, and then everyone would die." 

Gideon threw his hands up in the air. "I don't care what you tell him! But you need to tell him something, anything. All I can hear through the pack link is his profanities. He's ready to kill anyone that tries to talk him down. He's devastated."

I nodded meekly. I didn't know how to explain everything to Greyson, and I didn't know if he would forgive me for the sacrifice I had made, especially without telling him. 

However... I was sure that if things had been reversed, he would have made the exact same decision that I had on behalf of our packs.

Gideon threw me the cell phone, and upon opening it I noticed thirty-four missed calls. Just as I was about to call him, the phone started to ring again. 

"Oh my god," I muttered, holding my breath as I answered.

"Greyson..." I breathed out nervously, heading out of the crowded room.

All I could hear was heavy breathing. "Halle." He growled out, his voice rumbling deeply. 

"Halle, is that you? Why can't I feel you anymore? What have you done?" His voice wavered, slowly coming to grips with the fact that I wasn't dead. 

A tear escaped my eye. I pressed my lips tightly together. We needed to keep our goal in focus or everything would fall apart. Everyone's sacrifices would be for nothing. I couldn't let that happen.

"It's me. I'm okay, Greyson." I finally said, somehow keeping my voice strong and steady.

"What's going on?" He demanded, seeming to be in control of his wolf now.