Brax POV
Brax silently waited with the rest of the warriors as the witches cleared the path—ridding it of Seers and beasts.
They heard nothing but the din of battle—through the thick mist that surrounded them. Jackson, who stood next to him, was tense as his mates battled the unknown. Brax knew the feeling. His mind kept wandering to Veronica, who was so close, and yet so far.
“Have you felt anything yet?” Bash carefully asked. Brax shook his head. He hadn’t touched her yet, thank the Goddess.
The only thing that was keeping him sane was him imagining all the things he would do to Alaric when he finally got his hands on the man.
With one last eerie shriek, the noises died down and the quiet of the night returned.
“Can we go now?” Robert snapped, impatient to get to his daughter.
“No
