Where The Ice Gives Way novel Chapter 104

Chapter 104 A Gift for My Mate

Charlotte

Something is definitely off with Blake. If there hadn’t been that incident this morning with Theo, I would have thought maybe it was just the added pressure to keep me safe. Gareth had given us a big, long talk about how we really need to be careful after yesterday’s threat. But this feels different. I can’t quite put my finger on it, which is strange because we’ve just completed our bond.

We step out of the car together, and his hand finds mine like second nature as we walk in. The school grounds are busy, with students spilling in from every direction, just like any other day. Expect today, it’s not me that’s reacting to socialising, but Blake. Obviously, he puts on a very good mask. From the outside, he’s still the bright hockey captain everyone wants to get close to. Through the bond, though, his emotions brush against me in small waves. He feels alert, focused, and on edge, like he’s waiting for something he can’t see yet.

Shanti stirs quietly beneath it. He is listening.

“To what?” I murmur under my breath.

Blake glances down at me, and I smile up at him. We start walking through the main building, with Charlie already a few steps ahead of us. Blake’s grip on my hand tightens slightly, as his emotions brush against me again.

“Blake,” I say softly, tugging his attention back to me. “You good?”

“Yeah.” The answer comes too, and his eyes flick past me, over my shoulder, then to the side like he’s tracking something I can’t see. “Just…

feels busy today.” I almost laugh at that.

“It’s always busy.”

“Not like this.”

His tone makes me pause. I follow his gaze, scanning the space around us. Nothing looks out of place. Nothing that explains the way his shoulders have gone tight or the way his jaw keeps clenching. He’s going to break his own teeth at this point. Then his hand stills in mine.

“Blake?”

His head turns slightly, eyes fixing on a point across the courtyard near the lockers. Two guys stand there, talking too close, their bodies angled in a way that makes something in my chest tighten without knowing why. Nothing’s happened yet, but Blake takes a step forward, pulling me with him.

“Hey-” I start, but he’s already moving faster now, cutting across the space between groups of students, his focus locked on those two like the rest of the world doesn’t exist. We’re still a few steps away when one of them shoves the other hard.

The second guy stumbles back into the lockers with a loud bang, his bag slipping off his shoulder as his expression twists from surprise to anger in an instant.

“Watch it!” he snaps, stepping forward again. Blake lets go of my hand and steps between them like he’s been waiting for that exact moment. His body turns just enough to block the second shove before it lands.

“Cut it out,” he says, and there’s a hint of something dominant in it that makes me shiver. Maybe that’s the alpha in him. Both boys freeze at the sound of it. The one who shoved first frowns. “What the hell-

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Chapter 104 A Gift for My Mate

“What?” he asks.

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I step closer, lowering my voice because this is clearly not a conversation to have carelessly in a school courtyard. “Shanti says… she gave you a gift.” My fingers tighten around his. “That white wolves need a mate who can equal them. Counter them. Balance them.” completely still before his free hand lifts slowly to the mark on his neck, his fingers pressing there. His eyes widen just slightly as his drags over it.

“Through our bond,” he murmurs, and I nod.

“What the hell am I?” He all but breathes out.

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