The Alpha's Lost Mate

natural. The weight of Gregor's murder settled heavily on Celeste's chest, suffocating in it

hushed tones with Rafe, his posture rigid with restrained fury. Warriors moved in the background, r

nst her senses. The forest beyond the border stretched into darkness,

o Killian. "This wasn't

hers, unreadable yet inten

"They're telling us th

y had taken her memories, stolen pieces of her life, and now t

, barely out of his teenage years, hesitated be

tion snapped to

p beneath their boots. The further they walked, the heavier the a

its edges sharp and deliberate. The design twisted

ugged at something deep within her, a recognit

he carved lines, jaw tightenin

n something like this before. I

fists. "Then it has to be conn

need answers. And I know s

n darkened. "You

frowne

ed before answe

and over his face. "She's unpredictable, Killian. And the

aid. "She might be the only one who

gh her. The pull it had on her was undeniable, a whisper

p, then we go,"

r a moment before nodd

e forest into an eerie sea of shifting gray. Horses stood saddled a

iling inside her. Killian mounted his horse with practiced ease, his movements fluid and controlled. Ra

ling the atmosphere became. The trees grew taller, their twisted branches reaching toward the sky like skeletal

n the most untouched part of the territory. Few ventured this far wi

their pace. A thick fog slithered betw

ned on the reins.

xed ahead. Celeste swallowed her une

uched by time, its wooden walls covered in creeping vines. The air he

followed, reluctant but alert. Celeste swung down from her horse

ce as unsettling as the land surrounding her. Long silver hair cascaded down her back, strands woven

er murmured, voice carrying t

hold the woman's gaze. "Th

er's lips. "Of course. The

ably. "We need answers

ore settling back on Celeste. "Step insid

nd crossed the threshold, stepping into the dimly lit space. The scent

ed toward a wor

n prickled. Killian and Rafe remained st

er her breath. "You do not rememb

her jaw. "Then

Celeste's forehead. The touch burned, an icy fire seeping i

red through her mind. "Run,

quick succession-blood on her hands, a dark figur

her lips. The seer's grip

clawing its way

ia

coming in sharp, shallow gasps. The seer watched he

ad," she murmured. "But the t

ste's shoulder, grounding

o stole from her is not done. He wait

ion darkened.

e thundered. "

ent ice through he

. Whoever Elias was, he was the key to