Taken by Storm
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Chase told them, so I didn’t have to. He was brief, to the point, and calm, but inside, I could hear him howling—not for Sora or Devon or all the things that might never be.
For me.
I could feel him thinking about what this would do to me. On the other side of the pack-bond, he was thinking about the future: about years and years of being alpha chipping away at everything else I was. About everything I would have to give up and everything I’d already given up.
If it wasn’t one thing, it would be another, year after year, for as long as I lived—Lucas had just been the beginning. Lucas had been the easy part, and that had almost killed me.
This was Devon’s mother.
I stopped listening to Chase’s thoughts, because I didn’t want to know where they would lead. This was hard enough without knowing that Devon, Callum, and I weren’t the only ones who would pay the cost—that as long as Chase was with me, whatever hurt me would hurt him, too.
“She wants you to kill her.” Caroline’s voice was as calm as Chase’s, but there was an edge to it, brittle and sharp.
“She doesn’t want to kill herself,” I corrected, easing myself off the bed and ignoring the constant throbbing in my shoulder. “She shouldn’t have to.”
Neither should you. Chase’s words bled their way into my mind despite the barrier I’d thrown up. I met his eyes and then shook my head.
Not now.
I couldn’t do this with him now.
“Griff?” Lake’s voice broke into our silent exchange, and I whipped my gaze around to Griffin. His jaw was clenched, his eyes glittering with equal parts concentration and rage. Of the duo, Lake was taller. She was the one with a temper, but in that moment, Griffin looked dangerous—freckles, light lashes,
and all.
“He’s here,” he said. “I can feel him. He’s trying—”
Griff’s eyes narrowed. His mouth settled into a thin line, then his upper lip pulled backward to reveal gleaming white canines.
“Not gonna happen,” he said through clenched teeth, sounding so much like Lake that I would have known they were twins, even if I were a total stranger.
Griffin glimmered—there was no other word for it. His skin became paler, almost incandescent. His hands curled into fists. His eyes gleamed with unnatural light—and then, just as suddenly as the change had fallen over him, it was gone.
“I take it you won?” Lake asked, arching one eyebrow.
Griffin nodded. “For now.”
“He’ll keep trying.” Maddy had been silent since I got off the phone, but when she spoke, it was with utter certainty. “It’s all about control with him. He hates losing, but he’s patient. He’ll try again and again and again, and you have no guarantee that you’ll get to Sora before he gets to you.”
I saw where this was going, even if the others did not. Maddy and I were too much alike, and in her shoes, I knew exactly what I would have done.
“You have a plan,” I said.
She nodded. “You only need a few hours. Maybe Griffin can hold him off that long, and maybe he can’t, but I know I can.”
“You can what?” Chase said, his brow furrowed, his blue eyes dark.
“I can keep him busy,” Maddy said. “Distract him.”
The others were slowly realizing what I’d known from the moment Maddy had spoken up—she wanted to do what I’d done earlier: run and entice the monster into chasing her.
Play bait.
“He’s spent months following me around, playing with me, killing for me. If I leave, if I’m alone, there’s a good chance he’ll follow.”
The predator in Wilson might get bored with Maddy eventually, but we didn’t need her to distract him forever—just until Sora was dead.
Just until I killed her.
“I’ll go back to the mountain,” Maddy promised, “back to the cave. Griffin will go with you, in case Wilson tries to manifest, but with any luck, he’ll take the easy way out.”
Take the easy target, I corrected silently. Maddy was deaf to my thoughts, but they must have been painted on my face, because she nodded anyway.
“You can’t go out there alone.” Griffin was the one who said it, but we were all thinking it.
“I have to go alone,” Maddy corrected. “If anyone goes with me, that’s who he’ll go after. He’d kill you—any of you—just to make me watch.”
I didn’t want to let Maddy do this. Every instinct in my body rebelled against the idea of letting her go off by herself again.
“You didn’t let me,” Maddy said, as if I’d said the words out loud. “You didn’t let me go. You didn’t let me do anything, Bryn. It wasn’t your decision then, and it’s not now.”
You can’t make me stay.
I felt the words in the set of her chin, the spark in her eyes. Part of being Resilient was being resistant to the kinds of mental bonds that normal Weres were helpless against. If it had been Lake who was dead set on a suicide mission, I could have used the pack-bond to stop her. I could have forced the issue. If she’d left the pack, I could have bound her to me, against her will. I could have made her obey.
But I wouldn’t have—just like I couldn’t fight Maddy on this, if this was what she wanted.
Sometimes, being willing to die for those you loved wasn’t enough—it was harder, tenfold, to let them make that kind of sacrifice for you.
“What about the baby?” Lake, apparently, wasn’t above fighting dirty—not that this was news to anyone in the room. “If Wilson follows you and there’s no one else there to attack, if you’re alone, what’s going to keep him from going after you? Or her?”
Maddy wavered, but a moment later, her jaw was set, her gray eyes clear. “He won’t hurt me, because he won’t risk something happening to her.”
We didn’t know exactly what had happened during that full moon three months ago, but neither did our ghostly opponent. The one sure bet was that it had something to do with Maddy’s unborn child. If the baby had brought the Shadows back, Wilson wouldn’t risk hurting her—not if there was even a slight chance it might undo what had been done.
It’s just a theory, I thought dully, Callum’s objection echoing in my mind. It was just a theory that Sora’s death would ensure the Shadow’s. It was just a theory that Maddy’s baby’s death might do the same.
But what else—other than theories—did we have?
“I’ll be careful,” Maddy said. “I’ll stay away from people. I’ll be fine.”
It seemed wrong that we’d spent so much time looking for her, and now she was walking away. It seemed wrong to stand by and watch it happen, but there were some battles that even I couldn’t fight.
“If something happens to you,” I said—and didn’t get any further than that.
“The other alphas won’t be looking for me,” Maddy replied. “Callum said they won’t be able to enact the vote. I’ll stay off the grid. I can handle the Shadow. I’ll be fine.”
“Will you come back?” The question came from Jed, his voice worn and ragged, and I realized that none of the rest of us had wanted to ask it, because we were scared to know the answer.
We’d gone into this with the goal of bringing Maddy home. The fact that she wasn’t rabid—and was pregnant—made the desire to do so a million times stronger, a million times worse.
Maddy looked at each of us in turn. “I don’t know,” she said, giving us what honesty she could.
She didn’t know if she was coming back—now or ever. She didn’t know if she was ready, didn’t know if things could ever be the same.
This might be good-bye, then, I realized. Maddy might leave here and disappear, the way she had before. Her plan could backfire. She could die. Even if she didn’t, we might never see each other again.
And there was nothing I could do about it—nothing any of us could do about it.
I walked forward and wrapped my good arm around her. She wrapped both around me, and for a moment, I could hear her heartbeat, feel the baby shifting position restlessly in her womb.
For me.
I could feel him thinking about what this would do to me. On the other side of the pack-bond, he was thinking about the future: about years and years of being alpha chipping away at everything else I was. About everything I would have to give up and everything I’d already given up.
If it wasn’t one thing, it would be another, year after year, for as long as I lived—Lucas had just been the beginning. Lucas had been the easy part, and that had almost killed me.
This was Devon’s mother.
I stopped listening to Chase’s thoughts, because I didn’t want to know where they would lead. This was hard enough without knowing that Devon, Callum, and I weren’t the only ones who would pay the cost—that as long as Chase was with me, whatever hurt me would hurt him, too.
“She wants you to kill her.” Caroline’s voice was as calm as Chase’s, but there was an edge to it, brittle and sharp.
“She doesn’t want to kill herself,” I corrected, easing myself off the bed and ignoring the constant throbbing in my shoulder. “She shouldn’t have to.”
Neither should you. Chase’s words bled their way into my mind despite the barrier I’d thrown up. I met his eyes and then shook my head.
Not now.
I couldn’t do this with him now.
“Griff?” Lake’s voice broke into our silent exchange, and I whipped my gaze around to Griffin. His jaw was clenched, his eyes glittering with equal parts concentration and rage. Of the duo, Lake was taller. She was the one with a temper, but in that moment, Griffin looked dangerous—freckles, light lashes,
and all.
“He’s here,” he said. “I can feel him. He’s trying—”
Griff’s eyes narrowed. His mouth settled into a thin line, then his upper lip pulled backward to reveal gleaming white canines.
“Not gonna happen,” he said through clenched teeth, sounding so much like Lake that I would have known they were twins, even if I were a total stranger.
Griffin glimmered—there was no other word for it. His skin became paler, almost incandescent. His hands curled into fists. His eyes gleamed with unnatural light—and then, just as suddenly as the change had fallen over him, it was gone.
“I take it you won?” Lake asked, arching one eyebrow.
Griffin nodded. “For now.”
“He’ll keep trying.” Maddy had been silent since I got off the phone, but when she spoke, it was with utter certainty. “It’s all about control with him. He hates losing, but he’s patient. He’ll try again and again and again, and you have no guarantee that you’ll get to Sora before he gets to you.”
I saw where this was going, even if the others did not. Maddy and I were too much alike, and in her shoes, I knew exactly what I would have done.
“You have a plan,” I said.
She nodded. “You only need a few hours. Maybe Griffin can hold him off that long, and maybe he can’t, but I know I can.”
“You can what?” Chase said, his brow furrowed, his blue eyes dark.
“I can keep him busy,” Maddy said. “Distract him.”
The others were slowly realizing what I’d known from the moment Maddy had spoken up—she wanted to do what I’d done earlier: run and entice the monster into chasing her.
Play bait.
“He’s spent months following me around, playing with me, killing for me. If I leave, if I’m alone, there’s a good chance he’ll follow.”
The predator in Wilson might get bored with Maddy eventually, but we didn’t need her to distract him forever—just until Sora was dead.
Just until I killed her.
“I’ll go back to the mountain,” Maddy promised, “back to the cave. Griffin will go with you, in case Wilson tries to manifest, but with any luck, he’ll take the easy way out.”
Take the easy target, I corrected silently. Maddy was deaf to my thoughts, but they must have been painted on my face, because she nodded anyway.
“You can’t go out there alone.” Griffin was the one who said it, but we were all thinking it.
“I have to go alone,” Maddy corrected. “If anyone goes with me, that’s who he’ll go after. He’d kill you—any of you—just to make me watch.”
I didn’t want to let Maddy do this. Every instinct in my body rebelled against the idea of letting her go off by herself again.
“You didn’t let me,” Maddy said, as if I’d said the words out loud. “You didn’t let me go. You didn’t let me do anything, Bryn. It wasn’t your decision then, and it’s not now.”
You can’t make me stay.
I felt the words in the set of her chin, the spark in her eyes. Part of being Resilient was being resistant to the kinds of mental bonds that normal Weres were helpless against. If it had been Lake who was dead set on a suicide mission, I could have used the pack-bond to stop her. I could have forced the issue. If she’d left the pack, I could have bound her to me, against her will. I could have made her obey.
But I wouldn’t have—just like I couldn’t fight Maddy on this, if this was what she wanted.
Sometimes, being willing to die for those you loved wasn’t enough—it was harder, tenfold, to let them make that kind of sacrifice for you.
“What about the baby?” Lake, apparently, wasn’t above fighting dirty—not that this was news to anyone in the room. “If Wilson follows you and there’s no one else there to attack, if you’re alone, what’s going to keep him from going after you? Or her?”
Maddy wavered, but a moment later, her jaw was set, her gray eyes clear. “He won’t hurt me, because he won’t risk something happening to her.”
We didn’t know exactly what had happened during that full moon three months ago, but neither did our ghostly opponent. The one sure bet was that it had something to do with Maddy’s unborn child. If the baby had brought the Shadows back, Wilson wouldn’t risk hurting her—not if there was even a slight chance it might undo what had been done.
It’s just a theory, I thought dully, Callum’s objection echoing in my mind. It was just a theory that Sora’s death would ensure the Shadow’s. It was just a theory that Maddy’s baby’s death might do the same.
But what else—other than theories—did we have?
“I’ll be careful,” Maddy said. “I’ll stay away from people. I’ll be fine.”
It seemed wrong that we’d spent so much time looking for her, and now she was walking away. It seemed wrong to stand by and watch it happen, but there were some battles that even I couldn’t fight.
“If something happens to you,” I said—and didn’t get any further than that.
“The other alphas won’t be looking for me,” Maddy replied. “Callum said they won’t be able to enact the vote. I’ll stay off the grid. I can handle the Shadow. I’ll be fine.”
“Will you come back?” The question came from Jed, his voice worn and ragged, and I realized that none of the rest of us had wanted to ask it, because we were scared to know the answer.
We’d gone into this with the goal of bringing Maddy home. The fact that she wasn’t rabid—and was pregnant—made the desire to do so a million times stronger, a million times worse.
Maddy looked at each of us in turn. “I don’t know,” she said, giving us what honesty she could.
She didn’t know if she was coming back—now or ever. She didn’t know if she was ready, didn’t know if things could ever be the same.
This might be good-bye, then, I realized. Maddy might leave here and disappear, the way she had before. Her plan could backfire. She could die. Even if she didn’t, we might never see each other again.
And there was nothing I could do about it—nothing any of us could do about it.
I walked forward and wrapped my good arm around her. She wrapped both around me, and for a moment, I could hear her heartbeat, feel the baby shifting position restlessly in her womb.
