Season of the Witch (Claws Clause 2)

She would save him.

Her hands clamped onto his cheeks. She threw everything she had at him, feeling a tiny drop of hope when the more shallow slices started to close up. Digging

deep, her hands taking on that pale magenta glow, the deep wounds on his throat began to heal.

He was still motionless. Did he know where he was? Did he know what happened?

Did he know it was Shea’s fault?

Colton was standing behind her, shouting something at her. She wanted to tell him that it was okay, that this was healing, not witchcraft, but she couldn’t find the strength. She needed to give it all to Hudson.

She’d explain later. Everything would make sense if she could just put Hudson back together.

Her well of healing was almost drained. The superficial wounds were taken care of, his blood replenishing at an amazing rate. His heartbeat picked up, though it was still too low for Shea’s liking.

Just a little more...

Right as her brother gave a gasp of life, Shea chuckled weakly—a relieved chuckle, an I can’t believe I actually did it chuckle—and then toppled to the ground.

20

Colt’s first instinct was to call Maddox.

Ever since he was a pup, whenever he was in trouble, he knew he could rely on his older brother to help him out of whatever mess his temper had gotten him into.

But Maddox had his own problems. And, even if he could get his brother on the line, he was too far away to be any help.

Fuck!

Only his bond with Shea and his shifter reflexes had saved her from landing on the hard sidewalk. As he held her, Colt felt the last of her energy flicker out like a candle being snuffed. The emptiness scared the shit out of him. The way her purple eyes went dull before they shuttered? His wolf howled deep inside his chest as it mourned for a mate who wasn’t dead—yet.

There was no time. Shea needed help. And, though he’d have no problem leaving Hudson here to take his chances, Colt knew that would break his witch’s heart. After all she sacrificed to save her brother, the least Colt could do was make sure that Hudson survived the attack, too.

But if Shea didn’t recover… well, all bets were off.

He couldn’t bring himself to let go of her, almost as if he could will her to heal on his own. As a shifter, he was super strong, but even he wasn’t sure he could sling Hudson over his shoulder while holding tight to Shea.

She wasn’t the only one who needed help.

Thank fucking Alpha that he didn’t lose his jeans during his partial shift before. His phone was still tucked in his back pocket. Easing Shea to one side, he grabbed his phone and frantically started to scroll through his recent calls. Then, chanting her name under his breath, Colt did the last thing he never thought he would ever do.

The phone continued to ring. A snarl ripped out of him at the fifth ring, sixth, seventh—

“Wolfe. It’s four o’clock in the fucking morning. Unless you’ve got your claws in the leader of that Nightwalker clan right this very second, I don’t want to hear a word from you.”

He didn’t have time to humor the human’s bad attitude. Not with Shea laying like a corpse herself in his arms.

“There’s been another attack.”

“What?” It was like someone tossed ice water at Wright. Suddenly, he was wide awake. “You sure? What’s going on? Where are you?”

Colt rattled off the address. “The victim’s name is Hudson Moonshadow. He’s alive, but I don’t know if he’s gonna stay that way.

“Hudson?” echoed Wright. “Isn’t that—”

“My mate’s brother? Yeah. And…” His voice broke as his wolf finally managed to let slip a worried howl. “She needs help, too. The Nightwalker didn’t go for her, but she’s almost dead anyway.”

“Stay where you are. I’m on my way.”