"What did I do to you?" Fang asked indignantly. "Besides getting you killed, anyway."
"Not you," Vane said as he struggled to get his other leg up enough so that he could free his hands.
Something leaped up from the swamp into the tree above him.
Vane twisted his body to see the tall, thin Daimon standing just above, looking down at him with an amused gleam in his hungry eyes.
Dressed all in black, the blond Daimon clucked his tongue at him. "You should be happy to see us, wolf. After all, we only want to free you."
"Go to hell!" Vane snarled.
The Daimon laughed.
Fang howled.
Vane looked to see a group of ten Daimons pulling Fang down from the tree. Dammit! His brother was a wolf. He didn't know how to fight them in human form without his magical powers, which he couldn't use so long as Fang wore his collar.
Infuriated, Vane kicked his legs up. The limb broke instantly, sending him straight into the stagnant water below.
Vane held his breath as the putrid, slimy taste of it invaded his head. He tried to kick himself to the surface, but couldn't.
Not that it mattered. Someone grabbed him by the hair and pulled him to the surface.
As soon as his head was above the water, a Daimon sank his fangs into Vane's bare shoulder. Growling in rage, Vane elbowed the Daimon in the ribs and used his own teeth to return the bite.
The Daimon shrieked and released him.
"This one has fight," a female said as she made her way toward him. "He'll be worth more sustenance than the other."
Vane kicked her legs out from under her before she could grab him. He used her bobbing body as a springboard to get out of the water. Like any good wolf, his legs were strong enough to propel him from the water to one of the cypress knees nearby.
His dark wet hair hung in his face while his body throbbed from the fight and from the beating his pack had given him. Moonlight glinted off his wet, muscled body as he crouched with one hand on the old wooden knee that was silhouetted against the backdrop of the swamp. Dark Spanish moss hung from the trees as the full moon, draped in clouds, reflected eerily in the black velvet waves of the water.
Like the animal he was, Vane watched his enemies closing in around him. He wasn't about to surrender himself or Fang to these bastards. He might not be dead, but he was every bit as damned as they were and even more pissed off at Fate.
Lifting his hands to his mouth, Vane used his teeth to bite through the cord around his wrists and free his hands.
"You'll pay for that," a male Daimon said as he moved toward him.
His hands free, Vane backflipped from the stump, into the water. He dove deep into the murky depths until he could break a piece of wood from a fallen tree that was buried there. He kicked his way back toward the area where Fang was being held down.
He came out of the water just beside his brother to find ten different Daimons feeding from Fang's blood.
He kicked one back, seized another by the neck and plunged his makeshift stake into the Daimon's heart. The creature disintegrated immediately.
The others turned on him.
"Take a number," Vane snarled at them. "There's plenty of this to go around."
The Daimon nearest him laughed. "Your powers are bound."
"Tell it to the undertaker," Vane said as he lunged for him. The Daimon jumped back, but not far enough. Used to fighting humans, the Daimon didn't take into account that Vane was physically able to leap ten times as far.
Vane didn't need his psychic powers. His animal strength was enough to finish this. He stabbed the Daimon and turned to face the others as the Daimon evaporated.
They rushed him at once, but it didn't work. Half of a Daimon's power was the ability to strike without warning and to cause their victim to panic.
That would have worked except that Vane, as a cousin to the Daimons, had been taught that strategy from the cradle. There was nothing about them that made him panic.
All their tactic did was make him dispassionate and determined.
And in the end, that would make him victorious.
Vane ripped through two more with his stake while Fang remained unmoving in the water. He began to panic but forced it down.
Calmness was the only way to win a fight.
One of the Daimons caught him with a blast that sent him spiraling through the water. Vane collided with a stump and groaned at the pain that exploded down his back.
Out of habit, he lashed back with his own powers only to feel the collar tighten and shock him. He cursed at the new pain, then ignored it.
Getting up, he charged at the two males who were heading for his brother.
"Give up already," one of the Daimons snarled.
"Why don't you?"
The Daimon lunged. Vane ducked under the water and pulled the Daimon's feet out from under him. They fought in the water until Vane caught him in the chest with his stake.