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Her smile.

Those eyes.

Her belief.

That indefinable, undeniable love.

A single gunshot abruptly punctured the air.

Blood and brains splattered over my face, the same second he pitched to the side.

A rush of dizziness spun through my head. My eyesight fuzzy and flickering as Silas came running up.

Elena.

Elena.

Elena.

Silas dropped to his knees, and his hand went straight to the warm pool of blood at my side.

“Aww, fuck,” slid from his mouth on a hiss. Then his eyes that were the same color as Elena’s were on me. “Hold tight, brother. Hold tight. We’ve got you.”

FIFTY-SEVEN

ELENA

I ran across the property.

Tears blurred my eyes as I cut a path through the trees.

“Hold on, Elena,” Brinley begged from twenty feet behind. “Silas asked that we stay at the house and wait for them to finish. I should have said that first. It just flew out.”

I kept running, pushing myself harder.

“Elena, please, listen to me.”

I didn’t.

I couldn’t hear anything but the appeal of the spirit that rushed through the atmosphere.

I flew out of the trees and into the compound area. Motorcycles were everywhere. Left at haphazard angles wherever their rider had skidded to a stop.

I weaved through them, my breaths ravaged as I burst through the swinging doors of the clubhouse. My heart stampeded out in front of me.

Brinley raced to keep up. “Just slow down, Elena. Please.”

But I couldn’t slow. Couldn’t do anything but search for him.

The one.

My eyes were frantic as they raced the bar.

Bright, blinding lights cut into the normal dim haze, and the music that typically played had been silenced.

Instead, a babel of chaotic voices filled the bar.

A ton of Crows were gathered around one of the pool tables in the middle.