Chapter 120

Blakely

There was a buzzing in the very back of my mind, a chatter of voices—of prayers—that filled the dark spaces of my thoughts.

I pushed them aside, surprised to find they quieted. All it took was a thought and they returned, growing louder and louder until I could hear the hundreds of thousands of prayers thrown my way.

There was one that caught my attention, mainly because the wolf in question was using my name. The voice was different from that of my parents, both of which were in tears over my fate.

I’d have to deal with that later, assuming we all survived.

Seeing the look of confusion on my face, Azrael reached out and grazed his fingers down my arm. I suppressed a sigh as the urge to step into his hold washed over me. Orion nudged him, the look on his face severe.

“What is it, little wolf?” Azrael questioned, his eyes darting from the goosebumps raised along my arm to my face.

Orion snarled under his breath, “She’s concentrating.”

I shook my head at the two of them,