The Herod pack was in utter chaos when they arrived. They were splitting into groups and fighting for power. Onyx didn’t stop. She kept right on running and dodging to get to the ring where Errol and Demitrus had battled.

The ground was soaked in blood.

Onyx could smell a fair amount from each of the men who battled. Demitrus’ skeleton was in pieces around the ring. The only sign of Errol was that he’d lost too much blood.

The Rizer pack was making quick work of the Herod pack. The submissions were coming fast now to Darian and Cara. Darian was demanding to know what had become of Errol but wasn’t getting any answers.

Onyx remained in her werewolf form as the battle came to an end. She couldn’t face Errol’s loss in human form. The spirit wolf bound to his wolf wasn’t giving up searching and Onyx would stay with her.

The scents next to the battle ring were so strong that it was nearly impossible to track from the ring. It was all she had though. Onyx ignored Angeline when she tried to offer comfort. She just closed her eyes and let her spirit wolf lead the way with her nose.

I can’t lose him again. I’m not strong enough. Why, would she say to trust him if he wasn’t going to survive?

“Onyx,” came his weak voice, so quietly she was afraid she’d imagined it. Then it came again. “Onyx.” Her wolf head snapped to the left where Demitrus had Errol tied in his tent.

She rushed in that direction.

“Did you find something?” Angeline asked running after her.

The floor of the tent moved.

Onyx began to dig under the tent but Errol was only just beneath the entrance. Angeline helped Onyx pull him out from under the tent.

Angeline listened to his breathing and heartbeat. She pulled out a tube of white cloudy liquid from her belt and poured it over the open wounds of his stomach. “Call Killian over,” Angeline directed Onyx.

Onyx howled for Killian. She was still much too afraid of losing Errol to change back into her human form and face so many human emotions.

Killian arrived quickly. He was talking in medical terminology that Onyx didn’t understand, at least most of it, she didn’t understand. She laid down across Errol’s feet so that even though he’d fallen unconscious again. He might know on some level that she was there, she was with him.

“He got all of the silver out,” Killian said in a tone of disbelief. “Your mate is a tough son of a bitch, Onyx.”

“Use the regrowth cells you developed. He’ll heal fast enough,” Angeline told Killian.

He nodded but gave Angeline a scolding look as though she should not have sounded so sure that Errol would pull through.

Please, stay with me, Errol.

Killian and Angeline administered a paste over Errol’s open wounds.

“He’s going to pull through, Onyx. You did the right thing,” Angeline told her.

“We’ve talked about this, Angeline. You can’t say things like that unless you’ve seen it in one of your visions.”

Angeline glared at her husband which didn’t give Onyx a lot of hope. Her spirit wolf began to cry. The howl coming out of Onyx through the voice of her spirit wolf was full of fear and sorrow.

Cara in her human form kneeled down next to Onyx and put her hand on Onyx’s back as a show of support. The calming waves and strength coming from Cara, was like a lifeline catching Onyx before she slipped into that abyss that she would never have found her way out of.

“You have to shift back, Onyx,” Cara commanded as if she could feel Onyx slipping away and refused to lose her. “Shift now.”

Her spirit wolf gave way gladly to Onyx, retreating at the command of the female alpha. Onyx had no choice, the wolf spirit withdrew and with her, she took her form. The shift was triggered.

Cara guided Onyx to the side of Errol as her body made the slow transition back into her human form.

“This hurts so much worse. Come back,” Onyx pleaded with her spirit wolf.

“Stay here with me, Onyx,” Cara said wrapping a coat around her shoulders and covering her. “Killian is the best doctor for our kind on this continent. He and Angeline have traveled a lot over the last few months and they have returned with even more healing knowledge than they had when they left.”

Darian cleared his throat from behind Cara. “You need to ask her if she is fit to help us decide who lives and who dies of the Herod pack?” he asked Cara.

“I’m not fit,” Onyx answered. “I’m too angry. I’ll just tell you to kill them all.”

“You are ours now, Onyx. If that is what will give you justice for their treatment of you, Errol, and Ian than it is the justice we shall reap for you.”

What was left of the Herod pack began to whimper and howl. It would be so easy to give into hate like Demitrus did and make all of them pay for when not all of them were guilty.

“No. It is not justice to kill them all,” she managed to push out.

“I’d like to take him back to the Rizer fortress,” Killian said to Darian, completely oblivious to what was going on outside of Errol’s health.

Onyx wanted to go with him but she also knew she was one of the few people who could say who would be an asset to the living world and who would be a tyrant.

She held onto Errol’s ankle as they lifted him from the ground. Onyx scanned the faces of the pack Herod. When she met the eyes of Victor she knew what she would do.

“He saved my life and Ian’s. I believe he will be able to help you find the value of what is left of the Herod pack if there is any. I am going with Errol.”

“Onyx?” Errol said her name.

She looked up to find his blue eyes on her and he was smiling with purple lips against his pale skin. He looks like he’s going to die any second.

“You trusted me?” He asked. “You got Ian to safety?”

“She did,” Angeline told him. “Ian will survive.”

Errol reached out and took her hand in his. “Thank you, Onyx.”

“You want to thank me? Live.”

“I’m not going anywhere.”