Mother, I call upon you to take into your arms,
That which is doing no harm.
Take on the poison. Eat it, drink it,
Remake it into something of the earth.
May the green of the great Mother be seen,
And used to hide that which would do evil.
May her beauty bloom, showing all the colors of her heart,
May her beauty shade and hide us from all harm.
Skyler didn't leave loose ends, not when she was fully aware as she was now. He felt real hope for the first time. As long as no other Lycan discovered the hooks were no longer injecting beads of fluid silver into his body, he would have a chance to gain strength. Fen would come.
You have to leave this place. The Lycans preparing for battle changes everything.
She was already fading away. I don't care what they prepare for.
Send Josef then. He can slip in and release me.
He cannot. His energy would tip the Lycans off immediately and he'd stir up a hornet's nest. Paul and I are human. They won't see us as threats.
Skyler heard him swearing in his ancient language as she found herself back in her hammock. Birds sang loudly, calling to one another as they flitted from tree to tree. The forest was alive as the early morning rays of the sun poured through the canopy. There was such beauty in nature, and now that she knew Dimitri would stay alive long enough for her to get him out of the enemy's camp, she could truly enjoy where she was.
She didn't want to argue with him anymore. He was a dominant male, like most of the Carpathian men, and she didn't blame him for worrying about her. She worried. She knew, because she often merged minds with Dimitri, that safety and health was placed above all else for their females. The species was too close to extinction. Women were too important to risk. There was also the fact that only one woman could be their lifemate. If she was to die, or the male Carpathian missed finding his lifemate, the warrior had no choice but to meet the dawn or choose to give up his soul.