Sabastian POV
My hands fly out to grab the net to stop me from plummeting to the ground, allowing the wolves to descend around me. Fuck. Gripping the net feels like clinging on to water and I am struggling to keep in the net as it sways, holding on by a thread. I try to call my shadows forward to phase, but other than a few sparks of black smoke, nothing comes out.
“Chop him down,” one of the men order the rest still in wolf form, snarling drool dripping from their razor-sharp teeth as they prepare to sink their jaws into my flesh. I feel the net begin to drop as it sways, struggling to hold my weight. Now most of the binds have been cut loose. Just one final one is what holds my fate.
I could really use a smoke right about now.
Or my kitten. 1000% my kitten.
Just to see her face one last time would be all I need.
“Hang on, we’re on our way,” Ethan mind links and the irony isn’t lost on me. His voice sounds stronger, which means he is getting closer, but I don’t want to put my brothe
