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  Chapter 3

  “I pride myself on my ability to hate indiscriminately. Truly, I look at the world from a viewpoint of total equality when it comes to the depths of my abhorrence. If life were fair, I would be honored for my impartial treatment and lack of favoritism. But, life isn’t fair. Life is cruel and dysfunctional. It kicks you in the ass and then laughs as you crash into others, taking them down with you as you fall. And, that is why I love to be alive. It means I get to watch all of you suckers go down and rest assured, I will wish equal amounts of pain and disfigurement on each of you. If I’m lucky; I will get to be the cause.” ~Desdemona

  “Tell me why I should believe that you are willing to betray your race? Why should I trust a Fae?” Mona glared at the cloaked figure that stood across from her.

  “Perizada has been a thorn in my side for too many centuries. I am done standing in her shadow. I am done taking orders from a god that cares only for wolves and has no respect for my people. She expects us to jump up, rescue her weak children, and it is time for someone to do something about it.”

  “And that someone is you?” Mona crossed her arms. “If you are so brave, then why won’t you reveal yourself to me?”

  The Fae laughed. “You honestly believe that I would show you all of my cards at once? I am no fool. Think about what I have told you and decide quickly. You are not my only option.” And then the Fae was gone.

  Mona closed her eyes and reached out with her will attempting to follow the path that the Fae had taken, but there was no trace left. From the moment the person had appeared in the cloaked guise, Mona had been subtly attempting to unmask her. But, this was one of great power, able to block her attempts. That in itself told her something very important. If one, so high up in the Fae council was seeking her out; there was no doubt dissention among the Fae. A weakness had been exposed and it was only a matter of time before that weakness brought everything crashing down.

  Mona laughed out loud. “I don’t even need to lift another finger to destroy my foe. They are going to do it for me with their lack of loyalty.” If there was one thing Mona knew, it was even the strongest defense could fall if a tiny crack emerged.

  Q

  Costin closed his eyes and reached for Sally, his Sally, not the imitation that sat before him, broken and afraid. He didn’t know how long he and his pack mates had been in their own personal hell, but it was getting harder and harder to have moments of clarity like the brief glimpse that he was experiencing now. The only thing that had allowed him to gain this insight was remembering the first moment in which he had felt her. It had been like a drink of water in a dry, parched land and it had brought him a minuscule amount of relief. Then it was gone. With every moment that he was forced to endure the unrelenting torture of watching his mate die, be tortured, raped, ripped apart, and taken from him, he prayed for one second of his mate’s real presence. He knew that he was fighting not only for his life, but for hers as well. It was a fight he refused to lose.

  He pushed out with everything in him, reaching through the bond, thin though it was, to draw her to him. Costin held his breath as he waited for her to answer him. One beat, two beats, his heart pumped in his chest and then, she was there. His brown eyed gypsy and all the gentleness that she possessed.

  “Sally mine,” he whispered, through cracked lips.

  “Costin?”

  For a moment, he imagined that he could hear her calling out his name. He strained his ears, listening for the sound of her voice.

  “Costin?”

  There it was.

  “I’m here Sally,” he spoke even though he knew it was an impossibility that he was truly speaking to her. If this were all he could have, then he would take it and run as far as he could.

  “How can I hear you?” She asked him.

  “You’re not real,” Costin, answered.

  “Are you?”

  Costin heard the Sally before him, the one he knew to be false, scream. He squeezed his eyes closed and clenched his jaw as he tried to focus on his mate’s, calm, un-tortured voice.

  “I am real my love. Real, scared, and so empty without you.” He sounded desperate even to his own ears, but to hell with his pride. He was scared and empty. It was futile to deny it.

  “We’re trying to figure out a way to get you all out and we’re doing it as quickly as we can. I love you Costin. I love you and I need you to fight.” Sally pled with her mate, though she knew that she might be asking the impossible.

  Costin struggled to hold onto the connection between them, but it grew ever weaker. The tortured Sally lying before him, once again, began to take over his reality and his Sally. His whole, sweet Sally was slipping away.

  “NO!” Costin shouted into the bleakness of the In-Between. His eyes opened and he stared at the horrific sight before him, telling himself over and over that it wasn’t real. It wasn’t enough to convince him. His wolf struggled to get free, to rescue their mate and Costin knew the battle raging inside him was becoming too much. He was losing and no matter how hard he fought, the will of his wolf was growing stronger and more insistent. Costin couldn’t make the wolf understand that what they were seeing wasn’t real. All that his wolf saw was their mate, broken, devastated and terrified sitting before them, reaching for them, begging them for help. He threw his head back and a soul piercing howl ripped from his chest, but there was no one to hear him.

  Q

  Sally woke with a start. Her breathing was rapid and despite the cool morning air, her forehead was dotted with sweat. Once again, she had heard his voice, heard his desperation and once again, there wasn’t a thing she could do about it.

  It was several moments before she realized that it was quiet, too quiet and her vision cleared as she blinked away the painful dream.

  “Good morning sleeping beauty,” Cynthia smiled over at Sally. The cool early morning air caressed her face as she tried to sort out in her mind between reality and the dream. She remembered Costin’s agony and it was beginning to become her own. She looked over at Peri who was helping to gather their packs so they could continue on.

  “Peri, we must hurry. Wherever you are leading us, we must move more quickly.” Sally’s words were laced with desperation and resolve.

  Q

  Peri led them at a brisk pace as Sally’s words repeated ominously in her mind. She had told them she had a plan, and she meant it, but she couldn’t tell them what it was. She had told them they needed the help of the Warlock King, and at that time, she had believed it, but now she had a different plan. Peri knew that Alina would not approve. Her need to protect the women she no doubt now considered pack, herself included, would be too great to allow Peri to put them in such peril. But it was the only way to bring back their mates. Everything worth anything came at a price. Peri knew that all too well. She pushed on, looking back behind her to see if everyone was keeping up. Her only worry, and that alone bothered her because she never worried, was that Alina would figure out that she had been leading them in a circle for days. She had led them through the Transylvania Alps and all the way to the Carpathian Mountains and they were actually very close to their destination, but she wasn’t quite ready. She didn’t yet have the bargaining chip that she needed and so she had to keep their presence unknown and keep Alina and the others from figuring out her ploy. She looked back once again, and caught Alina’s eyes. Uh oh, Peri thought to herself as she saw the light bulb in Alina’s mind beginning to flicker. Peri knew that she was going to have to create a diversion. One that would hopefully take Alina’s mind off of whatever she thought she had figured out. Peri smiled to herself as she thought: it’s a damn good thing that I specialize in chaos.

  Peri began to whisper under her breath, calling on the elements, drawing power to her through the life in the forest. It was harder than it should have been, but she knew that this was because of the evil that Mona had unleashed. Dark clouds began to gather overhead and they were suddenly enveloped in the murky forest with no light
to show their way.

  “What the heck is going on?” Cynthia yelled over the wind that began to whip and whirl around them.

  Peri continued to chant so low that she could not be heard as she began to bring down rain. Lightning crashed all around, and thunder shook the ground beneath them. They all stumbled as they tried to stay upright and though Jacque’s magically floating cot didn’t need a steadying hand, Peri grabbed onto it anyway.

  Peri called on the lighting again and sent it crashing down so close to the group that it briefly lit up the woods around them. Each saw the fear written on the faces of their friends. Peri continued to crash lighting around them lighting their way as she yelled for them to follow her. She ran through the pelting rain and tried to feel bad for scaring them, but she knew it was for their own good. She ran until she found the large rocks that she had been looking for. There was a large overhang that they could crowd under and wait out the supposed natural storm.

  They all took cover and turned to watch the lighting dance and the thunder boom. The ladies shivered from the cold rain and tried to huddle together for warmth. After an hour, Peri began to try to calm the storm. She immediately became worried. The storm no longer heeded her command. The thunder and lightning continued, unabated. The rain continued to pelt their makeshift shelter. I swear if I think the word worry one more time I’m going to stab my own eye out with a spoon, she thought to herself, as she began to hunt for the magic that was thwarting her—the magic that was now controlling her storm.

  Chapter 4

  “You don’t realize the sacrifice you are willing to make until your child is in need of you. You don’t realize that you are truly capable destroying the world around you, crushing anything that gets in your path, bringing your enemies to their knees until you learn that the one thing that your world revolves around is being ripped from you. God help the one who gets in my way. Is it possible that even God might not be able to protect them from my wrath?”

  ~ Dillon Jacobs

  “I know it sounds crazy, Dillon, but it’s true.” Wadim implored Jacque’s father, and the Alpha of the Denver pack. He had called the American Alpha at the request of Skender, who, in Vasile’s and the other top wolves’ absence was carrying much on his shoulders.

  “You’re telling me that the Great Luna contacted you?” Dillon asked, incredulously.

  “Like I said, I know it sounds crazy. She’s calling the packs.”

  “The packs?” Dillon’s voice was tight with apprehension.

  “As in all of them.” Wadim confirmed. “She gave the Fae moonstone. You know what that means.”

  “She means to have the Fae call us with it,” Dillon’s words were not a question.

  The line was silent as they each thought about the ramifications of what was about to happen. Dillon knew the situation must be dire if the packs were going to be together in one location. There had been such division among them for so long he wasn’t sure how they would be together without dominance posturing and bloody fights. It was quite possibly going to be the biggest damn disaster in their history.

  “Who else knows about this?” Dillon asked.

  “Only the Fae, myself, and now you.”

  “Once the Fae use the magic of the moonstone none of us will be able to resist the call.” Dillon knew he wasn’t saying anything Wadim didn’t already know, he just felt the need to voice it, almost as if saying it out loud might help prepare him for the inevitable.

  “There’s something else,” Wadim’s voice dropped. “I haven’t heard from Vasile or Decebel since they left.”

  “They went traipsing off, attempting to take on this witch on their own. What the hell did you expect to happen?” Dillon growled. “Contrary to what you all believe Vasile is not invincible.”

  Wadim returned the Alpha’s growl. “He’s handling a situation that should be all of our responsibility. You never should have left.”

  “He told us to leave!” Dillon snarled.

  “You’re an Alpha. You knew what he was taking on. You knew that this could affect more than just the Romanian Grey Wolves pack. It’s your job to discern when you are needed, so don’t preach to me about whether we hold Vasile in too high esteem.”

  “Are you giving me orders?” Dillon’s voice was low and challenging.

  “I’m only telling you what you refuse to acknowledge. This isn’t a Romanian pack problem. This is an all packs problem. You are needed. All of us, are needed and the Alphas are going to have to step up and set an example for their pack mates.”

  “You aren’t telling me anything I don’t know Wadim,” Dillon let out a frustrated breath. “I will begin to gather my most dominant wolves. Give me a couple days and we’ll be on our way.”

  Though Wadim knew Dillon couldn’t see him, he closed his eyes in relief.

  “Wadim, do you know if Jacque is alright?” Dillon didn’t mask the worry in his voice.

  Wadim didn’t answer right away. Finally, he breathed a resigned sigh.

  “She was with the others, I have no idea what has become of them. So, to be honest, I don’t have a clue. I’m sorry to have to tell you that.”

  “We’ll be there soon.” Dillon told him, without responding to Wadim’s explanation, and then hung up without a goodbye.

  Wadim looked at the phone after Dillon had hung up. He shook his head as he considered the Alpha’s words. He had to agree, this could definitely be the biggest catastrophe known to their kind. So many dominants together, ready for battle. Yeah, he thought: the world, as we know it, could be destroyed by Desdemona, or just maybe, by the wolves themselves.

  Q

  Cypher ran full speed, with a screaming Lilly, thrown over his shoulder, and Cyn on his heels. He dodged trees and low hanging limbs. He jumped over holes and stumps, his feet moving at an inhuman pace.

  “YOU SAID THEY WOULD HELP!” Lilly bellowed over the sound of the wind whipping past her face.

  “NOT NOW LILLY,” Cypher yelled back.

  Lilly rolled her eyes as she attempted to hold on to Cypher’s waist as he ran. She couldn’t believe they were in this position. Cypher had assured her that this being could help them understand the ramification of opening the veil now that Cypher had found his mate. Cypher had been all: he can help; he knows what I will need to do, he… blah, blah, blah. Instead, they had met a group of creatures out of Lilly’s worst nightmares. Now the monsters…no, monsters wasn’t the right word. Now, the dragons were streaking towards them, jaws agape, and ready to swallow them whole.

  Lilly looked up when she heard the loudest screeching sound that had ever pierced her ears. Her eyes widened as she saw the shape of wings impossibly large and a long tail soaring through the air. A giant dragon took a nose dive at them.

  “Uh CYPHER, COULD YOU PLEASE SHIFT INTO 5th GEAR NOW.” Lilly’s voice shook a little as she watched the dragon get closer and closer.

  Just as Lilly was sure she was about to become the creature’s noontime meal, Cyn turned and in a move worthy of a Hollywood movie, stretched her arms out as she flew back through the air. A bright light flew from her hands streaking towards the dragon. It hit the creature right between the eyes and it abruptly changed its course, lifting itself back up to the sky. Before Cyn hit the ground, she pulled her legs up to her chest and threw her body backwards, wheeling her legs around, and landing on her feet. She turned without missing a beat and continued running.

  Lilly looked up at the Fae and gave her thumbs up. She swore she saw a small smile on her usually stoic face.

  Cypher continued to run. After a mile there had been no sign of the beast and he finally slowed.

  Lilly tapped him on the back. “Could you put me down, now so that I can chew you out properly?”

  He stopped and placed her upright on her feet. She looked up into his handsome face as she crossed her arms across her chest. Her foot started tapping of its own accord as she tried to formulate the words she wanted to say.

  “So, what the hell wa
s that?” She growled.

  “Well, to you it would probably be called a dragon, but it’s actually called a drahiem."

  “I wasn’t talking about the freaky beast chasing us; however we will get to that in a minute. I was talking about you saying that we would get help from your brother, but instead we nearly became lunch.”

  Cypher’s eyes narrowed. He turned from her and stared back in the direction they had just come. It had been a very long time since he had talked to his brother. Although, the last time had been quite tense, he hadn’t expected such hostility.

  “Maybe he didn’t realize it was me,” he said, weakly.

  “Cypher look at me.” Lilly uncrossed her arms and reached up to tighten her pony tail that had come loose in the race to get away from the drahiem. “Is there history between you and your brother that you haven’t mentioned?”

  “It’s complicated,” Cypher answered.

  “Try me,” Lilly said, dryly.

  Cyn leaned back against a tree seemingly unaffected by the run or stunt that she had pulled. She watched Cypher with sharp eyes and waited for his explanation. If Cypher’s brother really was their only chance, then whatever had come between them was going to have to be dealt with.

  Cypher gazed off into the distance as he let the memories that he had buried come to the surface.

  “It’s been centuries since it happened and I really thought he was over it by now.”

  “It was a woman wasn’t it,” Lilly asked.

  “Yes, but not like you are thinking. He was mated. She was one of the sweetest females I had ever known. She didn’t deserve what happened and I couldn’t save her. He blames me for her death and rightfully so.” Cypher’s usually confident tone dropped in defeat.