Death's Servant(13)

The return of my strength encourages me to test the chains binding me to the wall. A slight tug loosens their hold in the stone, confirming my suspicions. The water is working on me the same way it would work for Cliff and Kristin. In ten minutes I’m back to normal, like my blood loss never happened.
Raine reaches out a hand and touches my forehead. “Your gash, from the fight—it’s gone already.” Confusion mars her features. “It would normally take hours after that much blood loss to heal perfectly, even with the herbal-infused water.” She gasps and hope lights her eyes. “Oh my God. Are you an alpha? That’s the only thing that would explain it.”
I nod, staring deep into her eyes. “Yes, I am.” I wrap the chains around my fists. “You know what that means, don’t you?”
“What?”
I rip the chains from the walls and stand. “I’m going to get us the hell out of here and find a way to save everyone.”
Raine’s hand flies to her throat, her mind whirring behind her startled eyes. “You’ve got to get out quick. Before he checks on you.” She scuttles toward the door, gesturing me to follow. “I’ll show you through a back door they can’t see from the house.” She checks the watch on her wrist. “You’ve got very little leeway until he’ll come to test your recovery time. If he suspected you were an alpha he never would have ordered the enhanced water.”
“You’re coming with me, right?” We glance up and down the hall and then scurry along the deserted passageway to a dimly lit staircase leading up.
“No, I can’t,” she whispers. “If he suspects I’ve helped you he’ll kill one of my packmates in retaliation.” We make our way to the top and down another dark hallway leading to a back door. “Each of us knows the penalty for running when we’re let out to work and attract other Weres to his net.” She faces me at the threshold, rising up to kiss me lightly on the mouth. “I’m so sorry I got you into this. You’re our only hope. Get out and find help. Even the local police if you have to—anyone!”
A grim expression settles on my face. “I won’t let you down. No matter what.”
A sound from the front of the building draws Raine around. “You don’t have much time. He will follow your scent trail. He’ll come after you even outside the property. I’ve seen him do it to non-pack wolves before.” She grabs me and kisses me, desperation seeping from her pores like cheap cologne. “Be careful.”
Without another word, she slinks down the passage while I creep silently out the backdoor. The light from the moon reveals I’m near the rear of the property, the outline of the mansion looming way too close for comfort. I angle deep into the woods, hoping to come out near my jeep parked along the main road.
My beating heart thunders in my ears as I slip between the tree trunks, trying my best to make as little noise as possible. The urge to run as a wolf burns under my skin, tempting me to succumb to the raw fear pulsing through my veins to let the animal side take control of my safety. A shout sounds far behind me and it takes every ounce of restraint I possess to maintain human shape. I can’t waste time changing back to a human and I can’t drive in furry form.
Increasing my pace, I emerge from the dense growth, unsure if I’m being pursued or if my overactive imagination fears the worst.
Unwilling to waste any time finding out, I hightail it to my jeep. I’m seized by a momentary blinding panic when I realize my wallet, keys, and cell phone are missing from my pockets. What the hell was I thinking? That they wouldn’t search me and take my stuff? Sure, let’s kidnap someone and give them access to their car keys and cell phone, just to make things interesting.
Fucking idiot!
Relief surges through me as I recall the backup set. I lost my keys on a job site and had the foresight to stash a second set in the spare tire hanging on the back.
I dig them out and scramble into the jeep, turning the engine over—the noise shockingly loud in the quiet night. I pull away from the side of the road, returning the way I came, when a figure steps out from the trees directly into the jeep’s path.
I fumble in the darkness and turn on the headlights, flooding the night with the harsh blue-white of the halogen bulbs. The angry face of Cecil, fangs extended, fury etched in every feature, leaps into clarity, pulling a startled shriek from me.
Instead of swerving, I punch the gas, heading straight for the son of a bitch. Hatred burns in his maddened gaze as he jumps to the side, just missing my front left fender. I floor it, getting the heck out as fast as I can, my pulse drumming loudly through my ears.