Chapter 82

He was screaming again, a great bellow that ripped through the caves we'd holed up in.

Not the ruby caves. Just the regular kind, carved about halfway up the side of a hill.

I stepped on the hem of my coat as I doubled back toward him, nearly tripping and striking my head on a sharp stone protruding from the cave wall. If not for Sasha's eyes, I would have. She whimpered and struggled in my arms to get back to her alpha where she'd sit and watch over him until whatever had haunted him in sleep had gone.

"Patience, sweet girl," I said into the especially soft spot between her ears. Careful of her bandaged back leg, I shifted her in my arms. "We're going."

Shortly after he started screaming, he stopped. This was how it'd been for the week we'd been here. Every time he had nightmares like this, though, the sound punched into my heart.