The Mystic Wolves (#1, The Mystic Wolves) Page 18

Whatever I was resting on didn’t feel familiar, and the emptiness inside my mind caused me to panic. It took me a few moments to remember what happened, my eyes scanning around the small room trying to gather as much information as possible. I attempted to send a message to Mason, to show him images, but it caused pain in my head, leaving me whimpering.

  “I told you no messages, did I not?” A seductive voice floated through the air. Following the sound, I noticed my captor lounging on a chaise as if he didn’t have a care in the world. I went to move, but found my body anchored to the bed I was laying on, propped up by pillows. No restraints bound me, the weighty feeling a result of the compulsion.

  I opened my mouth to speak and was infuriated when I couldn’t. He had complete control and it lit a fire in me. I shot dagger filled looks, ranting at him with my thoughts while he sat there and yawned as if bored.

  Swinging his legs so his feet rested on the floor, he stood and moved toward me. “Did you enjoy your rest, Darcy? For someone whose been kidnapped, you sure did sleep a long time. I say a good two or three hours. I’d venture a guess the entire Pack is in uproar, tearing apart Woodside Hollow looking for you.” He brushed his hand down the length of his leg, as if dusting himself off. “I know I would if you were mine. You really are exquisite.” I hated watching him reach out and touch me, knowing I couldn’t do anything to stop him.

  “I can see why Mason is so taken with you.” His fingers traced a path up my side, slowing briefly by my breast before continuing upward. He placed his palm against my cheek, leaning in to smell the side of my neck. “As I’ve sat here and watched you sleep, a question has plagued me. I wonder what you taste like?”

  I willed myself to remain calm, not wanting him to have the satisfaction of knowing how scared I was. The last thing I wanted was to become food for a vampire, a toy to be played with before killing. Regardless of his intent, I didn’t see myself walking out of this alive.

  Images from the meeting sprung up in my mind along with the realization this was the person behind everything. He must have sensed it, been able to read the horror in my eyes, because it caused him to pull away, tossing his head back in laughter.

  “Finally figured it out? I wondered how long it would take. You don’t know how impatient I get sometimes while I wait for everyone else to catch up. Oh, come now, there’s no need to look so angry. What is two deaths when there is so much to gain?”

  I swear I wouldn’t have been surprised if he’d added an evil chuckle on the end of his ramblings. Oblivious to the fact I’d yet to answer him, Avery began pacing back and forth alongside the bed.

  “So do you know why you’re here?” I watched him come to a stop, glancing at me, waiting for a response. “Any idea?” Annoyance flashed before a look of understanding crossed his face. “You may speak, Darcy.”

  I inhaled sharply as I found my voice, the sound shaky to my ears. Pausing to draw in strength, I spat out my request, “Release me.”

  “But we are getting on so well. Are you not enjoying yourself? I know I am. Now, where were we? Yes, I asked you a question and you failed to answer me. I warn you not to disappoint me. I’ve been known to have a temper. Just ask dear Vanessa.”

  “I have no idea why you brought me here, other than it’s something to do with Mason and you wanting to send a message. All kidnapping me is going to do is piss him off, and no one’s fury comes close to his. If you hurt me, he will hunt you to the end of the earth and tear you apart—painfully and slowly.”

  “Oh, such confidence in your Alpha. Such a pity it is misplaced.” Avery crooned, his voice mocking.

  “I know my Mason. He will not rest until you’re destroyed. By killing Jasmine and Vanessa, then taking me, you’ve signed your death warrant. And if by some act of insanity, he doesn’t get you, Devlin and his enforcers will be gunning for you. That’s not just confidence. It’s fact.” I knew I sounded cocky, but it took everything I had not to make my voice shake and reveal my bluff. Not that I wouldn’t be avenged, but that I wasn’t afraid. I wanted to keep him talking for as long as it took for everyone to find me.

  “You talk a convincing game, Darcy. Such a shame your fear wafts around in the air like a heady aphrodisiac. By all means, continue to fool yourself if it makes you feel better. It is definitely entertaining to watch.” He moved his hand about in the air, gesturing for me to go on. Sitting down on the side of the bed, he rested his hand on my leg, the pressure of it wreaking havoc on my skin.

  “Why don’t you tell me why I’m here then? Instead of just killing me, why bring me to some room and talk?” I tried to put a pleasant tone to my voice, but it was hard speaking through clenched teeth. My attitude was lost on Avery, however, as he beamed back at me, obviously delighted in himself. All I could think was I was alone with a mad man and had no way of escaping.

  “You know, I have been a neglectful host. Here we are chatting and not once have I asked after your wellbeing. Would you care for something to eat or drink?” As he licked his lips, the tips of his fangs revealed, he chuckled. “I know I would not say no to a little sip.”

  Fear shot through me, the idea of him biting me causing bile to surge up my throat into my mouth. There was a lot of ways to be violated, and this was one in my mind. I wasn’t opposed to the concept of sharing blood—it was the idea of someone tapping my vein without my consent that caused my stomach to churn.

  “No?” he paused, waiting for the answer I wasn’t going to offer. “So I guess we will just talk business then, shall we? Get down to the nitty-gritty of why you are here.”

  “Can you release me at least? Give me the opportunity to move and stretch?” I knew it was a long shot, but I was tired of sitting like a helpless duck. I was used to being a predator, the creature who struck fear in the weaker, and there was nothing comforting about being the prey.

  “For you to attack me? Escape? Don’t insult my intelligence, Darcy. You will remain how you are until I say otherwise. Besides, our time together is short. Let us not waste it on requests you know I will not approve.”

  Avery pulled himself to a stand again, turning to face me as he would a crowd. I inwardly rolled my eyes, hoping he wouldn’t begin grandstanding and give over to dramatics. Fervor seemed to strike him as he began his story.

  “You, my delightful girl, are the perfect pawn in my plan. Do you know how insufferable it is to watch a fool govern over my people, leading us away from the old ways because he feels it is best to keep hidden? Vampires were never meant for the shadows, yet as the centuries pass by, that is exactly where we are. We do not reveal ourselves—we no longer keep humans as the slaves they truly are. We do not bend others to our supreme will, and as a result, we have become weak creatures to be mocked and laughed at.”

  The look of disgust covering his face was the first real indication Avery wasn’t all charm and madness. He had a glint in his eye that drove home how dangerous he was. Whatever show of hospitality he’d been performing earlier was lost now as his true nature was exposed.

  “If you’re so upset by the way things are, why haven’t you done something about it?” I couldn’t help the question. Up until the last day, I never heard of Avery before, and if he was all about domination, surely news of his attempts would have filtered through the supernatural community.

  “Oh, I’ve tried, but to no avail. One thing about my kind is we can afford to be patient and not act rashly. We have an eternity to plot and put our plans in motion. The last time I made a serious attempt, I was foiled by the mistimed alliance with Zane, and a young, foolish Alpha.”

  “Mason,” I whispered, trying to remember what I’d heard a few years ago when the agreement to join forces had been put into place. It was spoken of as the turning point in our history because instead of everyone working separately, and most times against each other, leaders had met and agreed to pull together.

  “Yes, if it were not for him, my ploys at stirring up the factions would have succeeded. I would be the one sitting
on the throne, my will being enforced. So you see it’s quite simple really. Mason breaks his alliance with Zane, bows down before me, and with him brings the rest into humble submission.”

  “You’re mad if you think he’ll agree to those terms.”

  “I know he will agree to join me because you underestimate your complete value. I have chipped away at his resolve by killing his sister and childhood sweetheart. Should I hurt you, it will break him even more, make him easier to bend and mine for the controlling.”

  “So why not just kill me? If your whole plan revolves around brainwashing him, why prolong it?” I knew I was tempting fate by talking of my death, but I wanted to know—needed to know exactly what we were up against.

  “Because I am almost certain your death will utterly damage him, therefore making him useless to me. No, I want him to see I hold all the power, and only his obedience to my commands will keep you with him.”

  He looked so arrogant, standing there as if he had it all figured out, but I didn’t point out the blatant flaw in his plan. Mason would never bow. Yes, my death would crush him, but there was an amazing strength and resilience to the man I loved. It wouldn’t be long before he rose and focused his entire attention on seeking justice. I knew love made people do crazy things, and it could also make them feel like they’re buried deep in a pit of despair when lost. But never take from a wolf because eventually they will bite back, heading straight for the throat. Avery was a fool for not recognizing that.

  “So now you have me, what do you plan on doing with me?” Everything hinged on this answer.

  “Are you eager to part ways, Darcy? I’m hurt.” He held his hand to his heart and slightly bowed his head, a mocking look of distress on his face. “What would you say if I told you I hoped to keep you by my side … indefinitely?”

  I tried to school my expression as he studied my face, capturing my eyes.

  “Not going to answer my questions? Fine, it seems you no longer need your voice. Do not speak further.” The compulsion hit hard and I found myself mute once more.

  All I felt was a slight breeze to indicate he’d moved. One moment he was standing away from me and next, he had his mouth at my throat, fangs grazing back and forth over my pulse. I froze as I waited for the telltale pricks on my skin to say he’d bitten me.

  “You are so easy to taunt, my sweet. There will be no biting today. In fact, as I told you earlier, our time together is short. I will return you to your beloved Mason, and I trust you’ll share with him everything I’ve told you. You will be my message.” He trailed his face alongside my neck, taking in a deep breath before brushing against my ear. “You are so tempting. Maybe I should take a little sample—one for the road as they say.”

  I felt him nip at my ear lobe, his teeth breaking skin and I tried to block out the sensation of him sucking briefly. He groaned with pleasure, my blood obviously appealing to him and I began to fervently pray that a sample was all he truly wanted.

  “Interesting, Darcy.” He pulled back, a look of surprise on his face. “Is there something you wish to share?” I felt my brows furrow in confusion as he continued. “Hmmm ... mystery and beauty. I shall enjoy this indeed. Now sleep.”

  Before I could figure out what his cryptic comments meant, I was pulled back into darkness.