#Chapter 263: Fire and Blood

Elijah Twenty-three minutes and still no signal from Agnes. I paced along the edge of the tree line, my eyes never leaving the entrance to the facility. Every nerve in my body was on high alert. Richard’s warriors were positioned in strategic locations throughout the forest, all of them waiting for either Agnes’s signal or my command to attack. Through our mate bond, I could feel Agnes was still alive. The connection was faint—too far away to communicate through our Mindlink—but it was there. A steady pulse that told me her heart was still beating. If she’d died, I would have felt it instantly. My wolf would have gone mad with grief. But alive didn’t necessarily mean safe. She and Thea could be injured, captured, or worse. I was still fucking furious that Agnes had insisted on doing this—on taking our daughter into that hellhole. What kind of father agrees to such a thing? What kind of mate? But even as I thought it, I felt my wolf bristle uncomfort