Chapter 143

Knox's POV I shot to my feet, my chair scraped harshly against the floor. Fenrir snarled in my head, begging me to let him take control. “That’s it?” I growled, fists clenched. “You did all that for ‘she’s alive’? Of course, I know she's alive!” Hazel blinked slowly—she was still coming down from the trance she had been in. “Can you fucking calm down?” She drawled, “How do you think magic works? I told you that someone cloaked her. Whoever did it knew what the hell they were doing—” “Well, can you break it?” Hunter interrupted. She rolled her eyes, leaning back in her chair. “Who the fuck do you think I am? A fucking amateur? Of course, I can,” she retorted. “But I need something stronger. The magic that’s cloaking her isn’t some amateur shit. I need something that belongs to her that's more...connected to her on a spiritual level.” I sat back down slowly, leaning forward in interest. “Something like what?” “You…” she replied, “You're her mate. You’ve got all that mate-bond crap going