The Lycan King's Outcast Omega
"Hold on! We're here!"
The mate bond pulses like a lifeline thrown to someone drowning, and I grasp it with desperate strength, using it to anchor my fading consciousness. Through eyes that barely focus, I see her pushing past combatants toward the ritual circle, something silver glowing at her throat.
The amulet. The one my healing essence somehow communicated to me. It blazes with silver light that seems to repel the ritual energies where they touch, creating disturbances in Vega's carefully constructed patterns.
"Now or never," I manage to send along our bond, unsure if words or just desperate intention will reach her. The extraction has progressed too far for simple interruption to rever