ability; immunity to silver is not one of those abilities. Even her prized Carriers are not entirely immune to silver.”
Hayden had known that, she was just trying to lighten the mood. However, judging from Nicolas’ face, she realized there was nothing to take so lightly. She remembered when Evan had carved his initial into her chest and the silver poisoning that followed. It wasn’t something she wanted to live through again.
“I’ve survived it before. Twice before. Once with the tonic and once without—”
“Not. Like. This .”
Taken aback at his ferocity, Hayden watched in silence as Nicolas scrutinized their surroundings. His normally focused eyes were far away, mere proof his mind wasn’t present. She could almost see his thoughts racing with possibilities and reluctances.
Without any warning, the Alpha male leaped into action. He grabbed Hayden’s coat, pulling it open to reveal the knives underneath.
“We will have to carve out the infected wound as much as possible. We should amputate your arm if you want to see morning.”
“ What ? No! The blade is silver!”
Nicolas reached for her shoulder. Acting on instinct alone, she curled her fist and punched him in the face, effectively taking him by surprise. Before she could make a quick escape, he tackled her from behind.
The large male wrapped his arms and legs around her, locking her limbs together. Startled at the action, and unable to support his weight, Hayden collapsed to the ground.
“We have no time for arguing or for experimenting,” he instructed calmly. “A silver blade will have to do. You have a better chance at surviving a clean cut from a silver blade as opposed to a fragmented, silver bullet. We will cauterize the open tissue.”
He spooned her from behind, keeping her knees locked and her arms bound with ridiculous ease. As the cold knife touched her gaping flesh wound, her body quivered and she issued a piercing scream.
“ Hush. ”
Hayden desperately tried to morph into her wolf, hoping her canine form would succeed in escaping from Nicolas’ domineering hold. But every time she tried to reach for her other half, an overbearing and authoritative influence suppressed her.
Cole controlled the same influence as her Alpha. He had the ability to force or oppress her canine transformation. Nicolas possessed the same power, either because he was a more dominant force, or because they were ‘claimed’ mates.
Nicolas forcibly placed his forearm into Hayden’s mouth, stifling her screams.
“Bite on my arm.”
She happily obliged as he dug the knife into her bullet wound, scraping out the torn flesh and the bullet fragments. The silver stung, searing her skin and almost cauterizing it closed. Between the silver in her system, and the unbearable pain, her world clouded.
Facing death this time around was far more terrifying. She’d been scared before, but this was different. She had things left to accomplish. Cole was alone and in the hands of Celeste. Hayden’s pack was relying on her to bring their Alpha back.
She couldn’t go now…
Blood filled her mouth as she gnawed on Nicolas’ arm. Subconsciously, she lapped at the liquid, foolishly hoping it would give her a sliver of his strength. Cole’s brother never uttered a complaint at her treatment, nor did he pull his arm away.
Hayden felt the knife hover over her skin, as if Nicolas debated about whether to cut above the wound or further up her arm. But he wasn’t hesitant, she realized a moment later, he was vigilant.
“Release her.”
It was difficult to pry her eyes open. Only when she heard the familiar sound of a rifle’s safety click, did she find the strength to rouse herself.
At first, she thought it was a group of Hunters, prepared to finish their job. There were four men in the lead and two women behind, all carrying rifles. Their scent, and the three wolves standing loyally at their sides, gave them away.
They were werewolves.
The leader of the
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