Saren answered his question, “Because he needed to know. He needed to know who else was on his side before we arrive in the Mori territory.” She waited, feeling the wolf’s desire for more information. He was like the vampire. He didn’t like not knowing, either if she was truly an ally or an enemy in sheep’s clothing. He was also sensing the familiarity of Talia through her. His previous lover’s essence lingered with her, since coming forth to talk with the vampire, but the wolf knew her on a carnal level. Saren said nothing, though. She wasn’t lying. Only one needed to know. That was it if another knew that one past Immortal thread-holder was still on this plane, linked to all of the past thread-holders, she would become the hunted. Within her own self, she held the power of a complete army, and when she would be reunited with Davy, that power would be doubled. The true Immortal was an army on her own as well, but the wolf still didn’t realize how powerful Davy could be. He, like so many others, was just becoming aware of an actual Immortal. Davy was a new entity. When she faced against Jacith, it would be realized the depths of her power, and that would change everything.
But Saren said none of this to the wolf. It wasn’t her place to tell. She did ask, “Can I be of service of to you, Wolf?”
Christian held back a slight laugh. The girl was feisty, and he was starting to enjoy that. He shook his head. “No. I’m just curious about you. That is all.”
“I know.” And with those words, Saren stepped back by a tree and vanished from his eyesight. She was still there. She was still watching him, but he couldn’t see her. He couldn’t sense her or smell her either, and because of that advantage, Saren waited until he left. She followed him, because even though the vampire seemed to trust that the Christane Alpha would play along, she didn’t. She sensed a darker turmoil inside him and wanted to find out the reason for it. Would he actually be the vampire’s ally or would he turn on him at some point? If he turned, Saren would be there first. She would have to kill the wolf then, hopefully before the vampire realized he’d been betrayed. It was her gift to Davy. She knew she would want the vampire protected at any cost.
That was the other reason she was among them, to do Davy’s bidding, as much as to help rescue The Immortal.
DAVY
It was time to go.
Wren and Tracey had returned to camp and acted normal. There’d been no sign of their earlier fight. Gavin and Gregory didn’t say a word either. Everyone went on like normal, waiting for me. As for myself, I rested and spent the entire night trying to cloak myself. I prayed. I wept. I tried talking to myself. Nothing worked, or so I thought. It wasn’t until around three in the morning when I found out that I had been cloaked the entire time. Gavin brought wood inside for the fire, couldn’t find me, and raised the alarm. As everyone was leaving camp to look for me, I ran outside of the cave and started flailing my arms around. I yelled at them. I was there, but nothing worked until I was following Gavin down a wooded path and he abruptly turned around. He barreled into me, but once he hit me, he froze.
“Davy?” he whispered out.
“It’s me.” I jumped in front of him again.
Nothing. No reaction.
I poked him in the side. This was when I realized I was cloaked, and I scrunched up my forehead, summoning the strength to now uncloak myself.
“Look.” Gregory turned a cautious eye around him, skimming the woods. “If that’s you, poke me again.”
I did, right in the fleshy stomach his giant size had. I was expecting something like the Pillsbury doughboy, but I got The Rock instead. He was solid muscle, and I said, “Ouch.”
“Ouch?” His eyebrows shot up.
My head jerked up to his. “You can hear me?”
His eyes were trained on where I was, but he still wasn’t looking at me. He was looking through me. I gritted my teeth. This was becoming annoying. I had convinced myself that I could control my powers. I don’t know if that was true or not, but here I was. I was a fledgling newbie once again, not even able to let my friends see me when I wanted them to.
Suddenly, I had enough. I yelled in my head, “REVEAL!” And poof! I felt something snap in the air, and in me.
Gregory’s eyes snapped to attention. “I can see you.” His hand came to rest on my shoulder. “You’re here. Thank God. I thought I was going nuts.”
I shook my head. I was glad I could be seen again, but still frustrated. Was that what it took? I had to scream it in my head? I bit down on my lip . . . wait . . . I thought, “LET ME SEE ROANE!”
Another burst of energy in the air, and Gregory was gone.