Blaze POV
Stupid mutt.
That was the first thought burning through my head as I watched Clare lie motionless on the ground, her lashes dark against her pale skin, her chest barely rising. The second was worse.
They had her.
The damn banshees had her soul in their claws.
And it was my fault.
I should have subdued her the moment I realized what was happening. The moment she tried to go back into that cursed fog. I should have pinned her, restrained her, tie her up myself if I had to. Anything would have been better than letting that overgrown wolf act on instinct and crush her consciousness without understanding what it meant.
But I hesitated.
Because I was scared.
Scared I would hurt her. Scared she would look at me with fear again. Scared I would become just another monster in her eyes.
So I let Reed step in.
And he ruined everything.
