"1:51, it's been so many hours now. She should be here by now," he muttered, a smile gracing his lip.
"What?" They asked in confusion, but he made no reply to them and began chanting in strange languages while blood kept pouring from his mouth.
When he finished, he raised his head and saw Annabelle being dragged toward him. However, she was half-naked, which made him clench his fists and grit his teeth. If not for the chains holding him to the mountain, he would have killed all of them for touching his mate. He knew what they'd done to her, and he wasn't there to save her, he just failed as an Alpha mate. Why should he be called an Alpha if he couldn't save his mate from the cruel hands of his rivals?
The early morning breeze was bitterly cold, and he wondered how Annabelle was managing with the cold since she didn't have a hoodie on and wasn't a werewolf to withstand the cold.
