Greg let go of his grip on the man’s now dead body and Emmerson, his eyes open and glazed, fell to the ground, taking the knife with him. Not allowing herself a moment to process what had just happened, what she’d just done, Charlotte hobbled over to her pale and too-still mate, while Greg ran to their dad’s side. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see her brother feeling for Kennedy’s pulse, and she did the same for Liam. There was nothing.
A painful pulling sensation in her chest had been building since Emmerson had used his powers against her mate but now it was becoming unbearable. Charlotte knew her bond to Liam was only seconds away from snapping— that she was only seconds away from losing him. She closed her eyes and took in a shaky breath, reaching out with her mind towards
