บททั้งหมดของ My Brother My Mate : บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

Dane's Pov "Has anyone seen Freya?" Evie's voice sliced right through the quiet chatter in the dining hall. I glanced up from the map I'd been poring over with Henry and Marcus. There she was, standing in the doorway, looking kinda lost and confused. "She's in the library," I said, checking the clock real quick. It was almost noon. "Buried in her mom's journal. What's up?" "That's what I figured, but she's not there anymore. The journal's just sitting on the table, open, but no Freya." Evie stepped farther into the room. "I needed to chat with her about something... eh, it's not important now. Any idea where she headed?" A weird chill crept up my back. "She didn't mention she was going somewhere?" "Nope. I've been helping Sarah sort supplies for the last hour or so. When I wrapped that up, I went looking for her, but..." Evie just shrugged. "Maybe she started training early with George?" I automatically reached for the mate bond, that invisible link to her. It was there, but ki

Dane's Pov“DANE! Stop!”George’s voice sliced through the red fog in my head. Hands clamped onto my shoulders, hard, keeping me from finishing the shift as my wolf tore at my skin, desperate to get out.“Let me go!” The words came out rough, half a snarl. My teeth were already down, vision burning gold. “She’s out there. She’s hurt. She’s scared. I need to...”“You need to think.” George shook me once, sharp and deliberate. “Losing your mind won’t save her. You charge in like this, you die. Is that what Freya needs?”The words barely landed. My wolf was roaring, demanding blood, demanding movement, demanding we hunt down whoever touched our mate and tear them apart.“Dane.”That voice calm, heavy, impossible to ignore.“Look at me. Now.”The Alpha command in it still worked, even if he no longer held the title. I locked eyes with my father. Marcus stood solid in front of me, jaw tight, gaze steady.“I know exactly what you’re feeling,” he said quietly. “When your mother was taken, I

George's PovMorning came in cold and gray, which felt about right.I hadn’t slept. Not even close. Every time I shut my eyes, the twin bond lit up like a raw nerve, Freya scared, hurting, forcing herself not to break. I couldn’t tell where she was, not even close, but I could feel her pain like it was sitting in my chest.And it was wrecking me.“You should’ve rested,” Evie said quietly, stepping up beside me with a canteen. She’d insisted on joining the search party, no matter how much I argued. My mate had a real talent for ignoring common sense.“Couldn’t.” I took the water and drank without thinking. “The bond won’t let me. I can feel her, Evie. Her fear. Her pain. You don’t sleep through that.”“You won’t help her if you collapse.” She touched my arm, firm but gentle. “You matter too, George.”“I’ll rest when she’s safe.” I handed the canteen back. “How’s Dane?”Her jaw tightened. “Bad. He hasn’t shifted back since we found the decoy camp. Just pacing in wolf form, snapping at a

Freya’s PovI don’t know how long I just sat there after Viktor walked out.Time didn’t exist anymore. There was only the cold biting into my butt through the stone, the cuffs that felt like they were fusing to my skin, and this huge, empty hole inside where I used to feel… anything.Across the way, Connor and Jessica were finally asleep, sort of. They’d curled up against each other like puppies trying to stay warm. Their wounds were bandaged, kind of. Enough to stop the bleeding, but they were gonna have some nasty scars. Inside and out.Same as me.I let my eyes close. Too tired to keep them open. Too broken to give a damn.This is what losing feels like, I thought, the idea floating somewhere far away. This is what being broken actually is.Then footsteps. Fast ones. More than one person.I didn’t even bother opening my eyes. Whatever fresh hell Viktor had lined up, I didn’t have the energy to care.“...gotta move now,” one of his wolves was saying, voice low and urgent. “Scouts ju

Dane's Pov I stopped in the doorway and it hit me hard, right in the chest.That smell. Vanilla mixed with wildflowers. The exact soft, sweet thing that was just… her.My wolf lost it instantly, throwing himself against my ribs. *Mate. Gone. Find. Protect.*Yeah, I know, bud. I know.The room felt all wrong compared to a week ago. Back when Freya started crashing in my bed every night, her scent slowly taking over the sheets, the pillows, the whole damn space. It smelled like us. Like home. Like something I didn’t even know I was missing until it was there.Now she’s not.Her side of the bed is still messed up from three nights ago – last time she slept here before Viktor snatched her. You can still see the little dip where her head was on the pillow. One of her black hair ties is sitting on the nightstand next to a glass of water she never finished.I walked in slow, throat tight.Fourteen hours.Fourteen hours till moonrise. Till that bastard tries to bleed her dry at the waterfall