Chapter 479

"So we can't outright touch them, we can't kill them. What in the hell are we supposed to do?" Jason growls at me as we scan the area. There are no other threats and these slow motion enemies aren't making much progress, but neither are we. I don't know if I have ever been this frustrated, and I have a stubborn, head- strong, self-sufficient Alpha for a mate.

I take a few steps forward and drop to my knees. The pressure on my head is excruciating. More flashes of people I don't know dying and bleeding out onto the ground. Then a thought. 'Don't spill innocent blood.' As quickly as it started, the pressure is gone.

"Innocent blood?" I ask out loud and Jason grabs my shoulder.

"What are you rambling about now?" He asks, helping me to my feet.

I stumble and use him to stay upright. Looking him in the eyes. “They are innocent, or most of them are. We can't spill innocent blood here. That's the only thing I keep getting from this magic. No innocent blood. It must be something she needs or wants. We can't hurt them if they are innocent, if they didn't choose this."

"Okay, so that part makes sense." Jax grumbles from the ground, but how do we help them, or stop them or whatever it is we're supposed to do if we can't even touch them?" He rubs his head for effect.

I start thinking out loud, so far working together is what has kept us safe and alive. Everytime one of us tries something on our own we get hurt. “Eliza must have some kind of shield or protection on them, but why? If she wants us to hurt them, wouldn't she want them vulnerable? The Rift wants us to capture them, but we can't touch them, and clearly we are missing some very important details that no one has or can give. Gah!!" I clench my fists in frustration and roots shoot up through the ground.

"Oh Sh*t! You can do it too?!" Jason looks at me.

I stare at the ground, barely breathing. Not hurt, or scared, or sad, but angry. I have some type of magical control when I am angry? But how does this help? I'm not angry very often that's more my mate's wheelhouse. I feel a nudge I on the shoulder. That's the point.

I sigh, “But that still doesn't help me take care of these rogue wolves who are mind-

controlled to kill us."

"Who are you talking to?" Jason looks at me like I am crazy.

Pointing to the massive wall of

magic, I say, Apparently the Rift and I are BFF's and since I can't hear my wolf, it's filling in the void with

raise my voice" - Useless Information!" I scrub my face with my hands. "The magic won't help, cause I wouldn't know how to do anything. We have to find a way to contain these wolves without harming them or ourselves. But the roots give me an idea. Let's get some fallen branches and see if we can build an old-school cage around them. Maybe the root system will hold it in place for us." I shrug.

"Do you see how many of them there are It's going to take years to do that Jason exclaims while

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"Let's start with one and see if the magic gives us any more hints. We are clearly learning something."

Several more flashes of light and the sound of something hitting the Rift barrier stops us in our tracks. I hear Jason's wolf whine.

"They are okay, we would feel it if they weren't. I don't think the Rift would let any of

us suffer like that. Let's get this sh*t over with so we can figure out how to get inside with them."