All Chapters of Tribrid : Rejected By One, Claimed By Four: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

I scrambled off the wooden stool, nearly tripping over the outer ring of salt as I broke the connection with Soren. The sudden break felt like a bucket of ice water dumped straight over my head, leaving my skin cold and my ears ringing.Soren stood up slowly, his face tight as he looked at the cracked chalk on the floor."How close are they?" Soren asked, his voice steady but fast."Too close," Lucian said. He didn't look at the warlock. His red eyes were locked entirely on me, his chest rising and falling in shallow, controlled breaths. "The signal flared for less than three seconds, but that is all a modern digital scanner needs. They have a lock on the block."Before either of them could move, the front door of the safehouse flew open, slamming against the drywall with a force that rattled the light fixtures in the hallway.Brecken strode into the den, his leather jacket smelling of cold rain and wet asphalt. His face was pure thunder. He didn't say a word to Soren. Instead, he gra

The rain finally hit the windows, a sudden, heavy downpour that turned the gray afternoon outside into a blurry sheet of charcoal. In the kitchen, the only sound was the steady, rhythmic drip of water from a leak in the corner ceiling, landing with a dull ping into an empty tin can.I sat at the wooden table, my eyes fixed on the scratches in the varnish. The financial logs Lucian had shown me were still burned into my mind. Every memory I had of the Frost Pack, of the cold attic room, of the bitter tea my grandmother made me drink, was shifting into something unrecognizable. It was like looking at a picture frame and realizing the image inside was a cheap imitation.Lucian stood near the hallway door, his posture perfectly still. To anyone else, he looked relaxed, but I could see the slight tension in his neck. The air around him was cold, a physical manifestation of the sensory shroud he was holding over the house. He was working hard to keep my scent from bleeding into the wet stre

I leaned against the doorframe, my knees shaking as the warlock bond settled under my ribs. The connection had stabilized my wild witch blood, but the physical strain had drained my strength. Soren stood half a step in front of me, his bleeding hand wrapped in a kitchen towel as he watched the mouth of the alley. The brick wall at the corner splintered a second later as Brecken rounded the turn. Cade was right behind him with a shotgun held low. Brecken stopped five feet from us. His eyes flared as he took in the change in my energy. He froze, recognizing the shift instantly. Soren’s warlock frequency was now locked into my bloodline, completed and permanent."What did you do?" Brecken asked. His voice was a low rasp, his fists clenching at his sides."Brecken, wait," I said, pushing off the doorframe.He ignored me. He took a massive step forward, grabbed Soren by the collar, and slammed him against the brick wall. "You bound her," Brecken said, leaning into Soren's face. "You wa

The diesel engine bellowed beneath the floorboards, shaking the rusted frame of the boat as Lucian shoved the throttle all the way forward. Black smoke poured out of the exhaust into the cold air behind us."How fast are those boats?" Brecken demanded, shoving past Lucian to look out the small rear window."Faster than this barge," Cade called out from the back deck. He was already unzipping a heavy black canvas bag he had dragged out of the bench storage. He pulled out two assault rifles and tossed three spare magazines onto the metal hatch cover. "They're light hulls. Dual outboard engines. They will be on our stern in under three minutes."I stumbled toward Soren, who was leaning against the small nav table, his forehead pressed against the cool glass. The scar on his forearm wasn't just glowing yellow anymore. The skin around it looked bruised, swollen, and black veins were spidering out from the mark toward his elbow.Every time his arm twitched, my chest felt like someone was ti

Midnight came without a sound from the sea. Inside the main hall, the only light came from the low green status LEDs on the security console. Outside, three miles of dark water smashed against the base of the granite cliff, but behind the reinforced storm shutters, you could only hear a muffled, heavy thud every few seconds.Brecken sat on a low wooden bench near the door, a broad hunting knife held in his right hand. He was dragging an whetstone down the edge of the steel, over and over, with a slow, deliberate scrape that filled the quiet room. He hadn't said a word since the council decree popped up on the monitor. He didn't need to. His wolf was sitting right under his skin, making his breathing heavy and tight.Soren was leaning against the stone fireplace, his bandaged left hand tucked into his jacket pocket. He looked exhausted, the dark circles under his eyes standing out against his pale skin, but he kept his head turned toward the hallway, listening to the house."The secon