Chapter 201: Foreboding (Lucky's POV)

As I walked back into the packhouse, I realized I may have been a bit harsh. Unfortunately, I couldn’t take the words back now that they’d been said. But I could apologize.

Wyatt was walking down the stairs from our quarters as the door to the packhouse shut behind me. When I opened my mouth to speak, he shook his head. “Not now. We need to get to Molpe.”

My mouth went dry. He was keeping how he was feeling as close to the vest as possible. Nothing other than his natural scent was wafting off him, and I wasn’t getting anything shot down our bond either. That was either a good thing— because it meant that he wasn’t too terribly upset— or a terrible thing— because it meant that he was beyond upset.

Either way, I didn’t have enough time to read into it as we were already almost across the lawn and at the new hospital. Wyatt was walking fast, making me nearly run beside him. He’d gotten dressed in a navy suit and tie and black dress pants. As the hospital door slid open, the cool AC hit me, and goosebumps littered my skin. Vincar was waiting for us, furrowing his eyebrows as he looked between the two of us.

“Everything alright?” he questioned. Wyatt gave a curt nod, motioning for him to lead the way. Vincar spoke quickly, “Molpe’s siren healing has officially kicked in. She’s still weak, but is insisting she’s ready to talk.”

Wyatt cocked his head to the side as we began walking, “And why aren’t you with Nadine?”

“She’s in a coma,” Vincar’s voice dropped, “Her body is in shock. Her wolf is with her, and I’m waiting for a consult for surgery.”

He’d led us to a room not too far from the entrance. I reached forward and touched his elbow. “Thank you, Vincar.”

A low growl emitted from Wyatt’s chest. The healer took a small step back from me just as Wyatt barged into the room in front of us. Vincar leaned in, whispering, “What’s with him?”

“Me,” I smiled weakly, starting into the room behind Wyatt.

Molpe was lying in the bed in the center of the room. She had an IV in her arm, and while she still looked weak, she looked better than she had in the forest. When I walked into the room, she shot me a smile, coupling it with a shrug. Wyatt took the seat beside her bed, straightening his suit out as he did so.

“What the hell happened, Mo?” Wyatt’s voice was cold, distant.

She narrowed her eyes, glancing at me before clearing her throat and speaking weakly, “Finn came to me and said Nadine was in trouble.” Molpe was now staring at the wall across the room, eyes glazed over. “I went through one of his ‘portals,’” she did air quotes around the word. “Something went wrong. I wound up somewhere that was just dark and cold. Some time passed, and it was like Nadine blinked into existence. She was hurt.”

“How did you get out of where you were?” Wyatt arched an eyebrow, lacing his hands together in his lap.

Her head snapped in his direction, her gaze suddenly becoming focused. “I don’t know. I know that it felt like weeks had passed.”

“It’s only been days.” I furrowed my eyebrows, crossing over to a chair across the room from Wyatt. “And you have no idea where you were?”

Molpe shook her head, her hands gripping her blanket tightly. Wyatt nodded slowly, “And Finn?”

“Gone,” she whispered. “I haven’t seen him since I walked into his—” she cut herself off, shaking her head, “It’s not like Finn.”

“The storm clouds, the silence in the forest,” my mate sighed, “He’s somewhere close, Mo. I can only hope for all of our sakes that he’s actually still on our side.”

Wyatt sighed and climbed to his feet, walking right past me and out of the room without sparing me a glance. Molpe let out a small whistle. “What the hell did you do, Lucky?”

I slouched, sucking in a deep breath. “I said something that is clearly going to take more than an apology to fix.” With a groan, I climbed to my feet and touched her hand. “Thank you for getting Nadine back to us.”

“Lucky,” she grabbed my hand, expression turning grim, “There’s something I didn’t tell Wyatt.”

“What is it?”

“Mike was there. He—” she averted her gaze, releasing my hand, “He was hurting her. I don’t know why, but she seemed so... shocked. Fragile.”

I rolled my shoulders back, turning toward the door. “We’ll figure this all out, Mo. I know we will.”

“We’d better. Something tells me whatever’s coming isn’t just about this Dominion or wolves in general, Lucky,” she whispered, eyes darting frantically around the room when I looked over my shoulder. “We’re all in danger. All of us supernatural species.”

A lead ball seemed to press down on my stomach. Nausea rolled through my body. I gave her a small nod. “Try and get some rest.”

Molpe had tears streaming down her face as I shut the door behind me.