Lost himself, too.

His wound throbbed and he staggered, weakened by blood loss. Perhaps there was a way to heal. He shifted into his panther and collapsed under a tree, panting. He listened to the sounds of the night returning. Crickets and strange bird calls. Somewhere, the lone howl of a wolf that was a permanent resident of the forest, not Pack.

Maybe he should’ve let Nick eliminate him, but the last shred of humanity in him insisted that he would never have hurt anyone on his own, especially Mackenzie. There was still good inside him.

Which would be damned near impossible to prove now that he was a fugitive Sorcerer with a kill order on his head and rage burning in his almost-black heart.

Mac stood shaking, staring at the spot where Kalen had been seconds before. There was blood on the wall where he’d rested his back against it, the shot having gone through his shoulder.

“You shot my mate,” she hissed, rounding on Nick.

The rest of the Pack, along with Sariel, surrounded them now, kicking through the rubble and taking in the nasty scene before them.

“You shot my brother?” the Fae asked in disbelief, appalled. One by one, every man in the Pack turned to the prince and someone whistled. Apparently not everyone had gotten that memo.

“He was about to fucking murder us all!” the commander shouted.

“He didn’t go nuts and bust out until you grabbed my arm, Nick! Come on. You know it’s not smart to touch a man’s mate when he’s in his right mind, much less when he’s struggling like Kalen is!”

“You’re so certain he’s actually fighting to regain himself? Are you willing to bet all our lives on that?”

“Yes!”

Nick heaved several breaths, making a visible effort to calm down. “We’ll find him, or more likely he’ll find us. You are not to go looking for him. Is that clear?”

“Nick, that’s not—”

“Is that fucking clear, Doctor?”

“Yes, sir,” she seethed. Turning on her heel, she ignored her dad and everyone else and marched toward her quarters. Once there, she paced and swore until she thought she’d go as crazy as Kalen had. What the hell was she supposed to do now? Just sit here like a good little mate and wait for the big, bad wolves to make it all better?

Well, they’d probably just end up making it worse. Leave a man in charge and it was bound to get worse before it got better.

“Is that clear?” she mocked. “Well, yes, and in fact it sucks. So fuck that.”

In her bedroom, she toed off her work shoes; they were flats with cushy soles, but not made for a walk in the woods. Then she stripped out of her black slacks and blouse, which weren’t hiking material, either.

From her closet she fetched dark jeans and a T-shirt, as well as her best hiking boots with thick, well-treaded soles, and carried them to the bed. In five minutes she was dressed, had retrieved the flashlight she kept in the nightstand for power outages, and slipped into the corridor.

Luck was on her side as she hurried to the end and through the rec room. That way was the easiest exit without being seen by those inside, who were on the other side of the compound. But she stood outside, gazing at the path leading into the woods, and shivered. Traipsing through the unforgiving Shoshone in the dead of night wasn’t the wisest course of action. It wasn’t like the compound was situated in a fucking YMCA camp.

But anger and desperation were good motivators. And they had nothing on the best motivator of all—her love for the man who was in so much turmoil. The father of her child. She’d do just about anything to bring him home.

“You and me are going on an adventure,” she said, rubbing her flat stomach. “We’re going to find your daddy, and we’ve got his pendant to protect us. We’ll be fine.”

At that moment she recalled what Kalen had said about the pendant not protecting against stupidity and shoved that aside. If she was going to think like that she’d never leave.

Opening her heart and mind to her mating bond, she switched on the flashlight and followed her instinct. She sent love singing along the golden thread as though it were a telephone line and she had plenty to say. When she felt the love flowing in return, she gasped and followed where the thread was leading her.

She tried to concentrate on putting one foot in front of the other. Not on the rustles in the dense foliage of the nocturnal animals foraging. Not on the call of a wolf that was natural, not a shifter. She reminded herself that there had never been a documented case of a wolf attacking a person, that they shied away from man.

The same couldn’t be said of the grizzlies. But surely they were sleeping.

When her flashlight illuminated a tall, dark form ahead, she wasn’t afraid. Her heart sped up with happiness. “Kalen! I’m so glad I found you!”

But as she got closer, she saw that the smile in her beam of light wasn’t her mate’s. Malik stood grinning at her in his true form, huge and frightening. His leathery wings seemed to block out the stars and his fangs gleamed wickedly.

“I’m glad you found me too, sweet. Though I’m not my son.”

“He’s not any more your son than I am,” she told him, anger giving her courage.

The Unseelie chuckled. “He’s my flesh and blood, dear. And yet you still want him as your mate. If that’s so, then we can’t be all bad.”

“Don’t put yourself in the same category with Kalen. There’s no comparison.”

“My, you’re a feisty thing,” he said in amusement. “I used to believe you were a bit of a pushover, but it’s nice to see that you have spunk. It will make breaking you all the more fun.”

Inside she trembled, but she summoned false bravado. “I have the pendant. It will protect me from all evil, and there’s nothing you can do about that.”

“Perhaps not. But it only protects the wearer, no one else.”

She frowned. “And so it will keep me from harm.”

“But not your mate.”

“He’s strong enough to fight you and win.”

“Let’s humor you and say he turns from me. All is not lost as far as I can see, because I still have a descendant to take his place.” He paused, letting that sink in.

She recoiled, terror rising where confidence had been moments ago. “I won’t let you come near our baby! I’ll kill you first!”

“You and what army? And the pendant can’t protect three people at once.” He looked around pointedly. “But come now, there’s no need for theatrics. We will all be a family—you, my son, my grandson, and me.”

She gave a hysterical laugh. “Yeah, the Addams Family.”

“Who?”

“Forget it. I’m not going anywhere with you, so you can just beam yourself back to your cave. And, oh yes, wait to get your ass kicked by the Alpha Pack. Because they’re coming for you.”

“So you’re going to march through the forest all night searching for your wayward lover?”

“Sure. And if you’ll kindly move aside, I’ll get on with it.” She was running on pure adrenaline. No doubt when she recalled this moment sometime in the future, staring up at the most dangerous creature in three realms, she would be amazed that she hadn’t fainted.

“No need to go to all that foolishness when you can simply accompany me.”

She swallowed hard. “You know where he is?”

“Of course. After the fiasco at your wolves’ den, he came to me. Injured, I might add, and I’m not pleased about that.”

“Neither am I, so that’s one thing we agree on.” She studied the Unseelie. “How do I know you’re telling the truth that he’s there and you’re not trying to trick me?”

“The pendant will know,” he said, pointing to the silver disk. “I won’t be able to touch you if my intent is other than what I say. I will take you to your mate.”

After a brief hesitation, she nodded. She had to get to Kalen. That was all that mattered. “Okay.”

Reaching out, he placed a hand on her shoulder. In an instant the atmosphere whirled and the forest vanished. The ground disappeared from under her feet. She couldn’t scream. But in seconds the trip was over and they were both standing in the living room of a rustic cabin.