Chapter Forty-Two

The deluge only worsened as Silas weaved through the thick trunks and overgrown underbrush, but his pace didn’t falter. I didn’t know where Saint was, not daring to lift my head long enough to find him through the storm unfolding around us.

The denim of my jeans was soaked through by now, and I felt the water as it seared against my flesh, but I knew it had to be so much worse for Silas.

Sure, his wolf had thick, inky black fur, but the acid rain drenched him almost entirely with no barrier of any kind to stop it, the bitter wind only exacerbating the situation as it worked in tandem with the heavy shower coming down on us by the bucketful’s.

Keeping my eyes scrunched closed as I held onto my mate for dear life, I didn’t understand that he’d finally found the cover he’d been striving for at first, not until Saint was gently coaxing me off the huge wolf.

Unclenching my muscles, I stiffly clambered down, grateful for Saint’s proximity when I stumbled on my wooden legs, and I took a m