Chapter Twenty-Nine: Daniel

He felt Ryan racing back toward them the minute Catra started crying.

Their mate was frantic, had been from the moment Daniel’s body had almost burst into flames from the heat of the pain.

Ryan’s panic only intensified with every passing second as he strained to get back to both Daniel and Catra.

Daniel could feel it through the mating bond, and he did his best to reach out to Ryan and calm down his mate.

He had gotten Catra to fall asleep on the couch, though he did not think it had done much to help. She slept fitfully, her body twitching, a frown across her forehead.

She was grieving from the loss of her ancestors. The magic she had used to maintain the circle – to save him – had wiped them out of existence.

They no longer existed because of him.

The witch, Bethan, was unconscious in her room upstairs where Daniel had laid her down as gently as he could.