Denied by Destiny: Trapped in the Shadows of the Mate Bond

Chapter 0402

"Don't you fucking dare!" Knox's vicious growl would perhaps stop me any other time, when it wasn't a life or death situation.

But there's nothing he can do or say to stop me from doing this.

As I take a step closer, Knox firmly grips my wrist and pulls me, making me collide with his firm chest. He'a scared, I know he is...I am too. I'm scared of losing my Dad, scared that if I don't at least try...I'll regret it for eternity. "I'm doing it. I know you would too." I whisper under my breath, my eyes searching his for the truth.

I know he would, if he could he would. So why would it be any different.

I have some kind of gift, I don't know its full extent yet, but I just know I can do this.

Like I know tomorrow the sun will rise again...it's so engrained into me, part of my make up, that I have no fear of the unknown part of it.

"I can't let you do it, you don't know the after effects. The cost. There's always a balance Red, a price to pay." His voice is a low warning, a prayer for me to stop. But I can't. I would never forgive myself for not trying. "I don't care, he is my father."

you are mine, my mate. I will

of his hold, taking a silent yet deafening step away from him. His head shaking in protest as he reaches out to me once

fine..." I mouth to him as I turn to face Dad, his eyes heavy and his skin grey. He was dying. The

feeling that overwhelmed me when

as she gives me her full support. She has no doubt that

a deep breath in, a warm red light appears in my inner mind. I welcome it, letting it spread into my chest and throughout my entire body, until I feel the tingles of it running from my heart into my arms. I call upon

open my eyes to a surrounding gasp, a warm ethereal red glow emits from both my hands. I take a step closer

than when I used it

that is killing him. The red light finds the bullets, they weren't silver...he

out in surgery but there is another pressing wound. The wound

into his blood stream. Anger washes over me, anger at the

call out to the

sucking it back out

to go somewhere, and now I am understanding the price to pay for saving a life. A dislocated shoulder is different to this, different to silver. "Josie, STOP!" I hear Knox's voice warn out, calling out to me. But it sounds miles away, it's not close