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“We’re going to search the bunker,” Torbin rumbled. “Call us when you need us, multimorph. We’ll come.”

Torbin, Flynn, and Marcus slipped out of the room, leaving us to our mourning.

Yet…

Logan was my mate, and he had been fated to me since the moment he’d found me back at the campsite. What cruelty would steal him from me now? Could I heal the death of the one I needed, the one I loved, the other half of me?

Without speaking, I moved across the floor, keeping my footsteps silent, making no sound as I settled on the floor beside him. Still thrumming with the primal aftermath, I pressed my forehead to his, pouring my sorrow and my love into the magic inside me.

“You cannot go,” I whispered. “I need you. You are mine, and I am the multimorph, and I would give you mylife. You will have my flesh as your flesh, and my bone as your bone.”

His body jerked, and he gasped, “Emma?”

“Fecking hell,” Jasper gasped. “What was that?”

Olivia pulled away from Jasper, and her eyes went wide.

I couldn’t answer. His life force was still in there, held in a place I could still barely touch, and he was slipping away a little at a time.

I focused on Logan and the burned-through balefire hole in his chest.Healing… Healing…Testing the void in his chest, sensing the edges, building him back, knitting his flesh together.

A surge of power circled us, the wind turning faster and faster, lifting us both into the air, pressing us together, bonding us, uniting us. Around and around, we circled, caught in a shifter magic tornado, magic so strong we glowed in multi-color.

I screamed as multimorph cells tore away from me and slammed into him, filling the chasm in his body, using bits of me to make him whole again. His life force flared, roaring through my consciousness.

Oh, how it hurt.

But I’d give it all for you, Logan.

Piece by piece, I broke apart, and Logan fused back together.

“Torbin!” Olivia yelled. “Flynn! Marcus!”

The three bolted back into the room, staring at us in awe.

It was seconds.

It was an eternity.

Lifetimes of multimorph energy made us both stronger than we’d been before, two fated halves of a forever whole. Slowly, we sank back to the ground, tangled together in a heap.

He coughed and lay completely still, and I settled him on his back, decreeing his health.I am the multimorph.

“Open your eyes, Logan,” I whispered and bit back my sobs, waiting, barely inhaling, afraid I would miss the moment he returned.

No sound reached me. Maybe they’d all gone, but I didn’t take my eyes from the face of the alpha I was meant to love.

Finally, his chest rose, and his breath feathered through my hair. His presence filtered back into my brain, sleeping.

“He’s going to be okay,” I rasped. “He’s going to be okay.”

It was true. Logan was back in my head again.

Olivia sank to the ground, racked with sobs, and Jasper wiped at his eyes and slipped to the floor beside her. He wrapped his arms around her.

Torbin, Marcus, and Flynn stared at me.

“Anything else out there?” I asked, not wanting the attention or the questions they all probably had.