Dark Wolf(12)

The thing Paul didn't yet understand-and perhaps Josef didn't either-he  was far too young-she was equally as devoted to Dimitri. She would walk  through fire to get to him, so a trip through the deep woods might be  terrifying, but it would never stop her.

Whoever found her. And she had sent up many prayers that it would be the  elite hunter Josef had heard everyone talking about-Zev-to come to her  rescue. He sounded like a decent Lycan who definitely could protect her  from anyone or anything else threatening her.

Here's the reality of the situation, Paul, Skyler said. I might get  killed. If I don't find him, Dimitri will die. He doesn't have much time  left. Even if the Carpathians had launched a rescue mission to find  him, they won't get there in time. They don't know about the silver  hooks.

Unexpectedly her stomach lurched again. They put hooks in his body and  strung him up in the trees like a piece of meat. She couldn't help the  tears or the horror so stark in her voice. She didn't bother to try.

Paul tightened his arms around her, nudging her shoulder with his chin.  We'll find him, little sister, and when we do, we'll get him out of  there.

The wind tore the tears from her face. She shrank down into the warmth  of the fur, so grateful to have two friends who loved her enough to risk  everything for her lifemate. Behind her, she could feel Paul begin to  shiver.

Maybe we should find a place for Josef to set down and get you some warmer clothes.

Not yet. He's still flying strong and we're covering kilometers fast.  When he tires, I'll get warmer clothes. Go to sleep. Talking this way  probably isn't the best thing for you.

She hadn't thought of that. She was so used to communicating  telepathically she hadn't considered that it took psychic energy to do  so even so close to the one she was speaking with.

She didn't answer him. She was tired. Paul would never let her fall. She closed her eyes and willed herself to fall asleep.





4





Skyler, what are you doing? I can feel you close to me.

The pain in Dimitri's voice tore at her. At least she was on the right  track if he could feel her close. The forest was very dark, the trees  large and ancient. She could almost hear them whispering to one another.

Skyler followed the psychic footprints directly back to her lifemate.  Again, the path was stretched thin and ice-cold, but it wasn't long.  Triumph swept through her. She wouldn't have to hold a bridge over a  horrendous distance in order to heal him.

You are supposed to be healing.

The pain took her breath as she connected fully with him. She had  thought herself prepared-after all, she knew what to expect-but there  was no real way to remember the agonizing pain so clearly until one  touched on it. She let it burn through her in an effort to acclimatize  herself to it.

Josef was totally exhausted. They had made it to the forest in one  evening of flight, but it had seriously depleted his energy. Paul had  given him a tremendous amount of blood, which in turn had weakened him.  She would have to be careful and not take this healing session as far as  she had the last one, but she could not be so close to Dimitri and not  try to get the worst of those silver threads away from his heart. She'd  slept most of the way and felt more energized just because Dimitri was  somewhere in the vicinity.

I'll be more careful this time, Dimitri, she promised. I have to do this. You know I have no choice.

The entire time she'd been asleep she'd dreamt of poisonous silver  piercing his heart. His beautiful blue eyes had grown ice-cold as they  stared lifelessly at her. Accusingly at her.

"You're too late. Why were you late?" he'd asked her.

It was a dream, sívamet. A nightmare only. You eased the pain for me.

There can be no untruths between lifemates, she quoted him. It would be  impossible to lessen your pain. The threads of silver remaining are  still in your body burning just as severely as the ones I removed.

Perhaps that is so, but it felt less. Your love kept me safe from the Moarta de argint-death by silver.

Is that what they call this torture?

It absolves the Lycan council from all guilt. They didn't kill me.  Essentially, I kill myself by moving my body constantly to try to get  away from the pain and the silver works its way deeper. They can go to  Mikhail with a clear conscience.

That made her furious. How could the Lycan council sentence Dimitri to  such a torturous death and then go to a meeting with the Carpathians  discussing becoming allies with them?

I'm going to remove more threads, Dimitri, but I won't be able to get them all. I'm going for the ones closest to your heart.

She didn't wait for his reply. She entered his body as pure spirit. The  hooks she'd tampered with had remained closed off. No new silver had  dripped into his body, but the ones she'd left had made progress. She  knew what to do now. Calling on her mage heritage, she again used her  gifts to push the silver from his body.

Silver, silver, so deadly, so bright,

I summon earth's power to stay your blight,

As you were created and formed deep within,

I command you, silver, to remove and ascend.

Silver threads that twine and harm,

I release your hold of snaking charm.

I call to you, silver, harken my call,

Retrace the path from which you fall.

Harken to me, silver, hear my command,

Remove yourself doing no further harm.

This time she added a new element in order to lessen the pain of the  burn for him. She'd been so exhausted and she'd just left him the night  before. She'd been unconscious when she'd returned to her body, but  she'd had plenty of time to think about how he was suffering.                       
       
           



       

Corydalis, Valerian, Meadowsweet all,

Cloak the pain that does now fall.

The silver responded with the same reluctance, almost as if it was  alive, moving backward, away from his heart, the tiny silver beads  burning his skin as they pushed through pores to drop to the ground  below him.

Elation swept through her. The silver responded to her commands. She  could see it moving backward away from his heart, as on the other end,  it pushed through his pores and dropped to the ground in tiny little  deadly beads. However, everywhere the silver touched burned him, both  inside and out. This time she wouldn't leave him until she was certain  she had healed every possible wound on his body that she could reach  before her strength gave out.

Aloe sweet aloe, green and bright,

I call to your essence, seeking what is held hidden inside.

That which is sticky and filled with balm,

I seek of your essence to heal what is burned.

Kathalai, ancient name,

I call forth your power to steal away pain.

The elements were removing themselves at her command and the pain was  lessened with the herbs. She managed to remove three more threads before  exhaustion took hold of her. There were still several others, coming  from his calves and his thighs, two from the hooks in his hips, but the  silver from those hooks hadn't progressed nearly as close to his heart  as it had from the ones she'd removed.

Can you manage this pain a while longer? I would take it from you if I could.

You have kept me alive, csitri, and just touching minds with you has made me stronger. Where are you? This is a dangerous place.

Those holding you, are they rogues?

No. Lycans. You cannot possibly understand the danger they represent.  They will not hesitate to fight any Carpathian rescue party. You must  relay that message to whoever travels with you. My brother. Any of the  other warriors with you.

Skyler had to move away from him, backing down that psychic trail. She  needed to rest. I am human, not Carpathian and no such rescue party  accompanies me.

There was silence. She found herself back in her own body, lying in the  hammock Paul had slung between two trees for her. She stared up at the  canopy overhead. The wind gently moved through the branches, setting  them swaying. She loved the sound of the breeze as it rustled the leaves  and the feel of it on her face. She was ice-cold, but the fur coat lay  over her. Somehow, even in his weakened state, Paul had managed to take  care of her.

Skyler. In spite of the pain in his voice, Dimitri sounded commanding.  He'd only used that voice on her a couple of times. Did you come after  me on your own? Is Josef with you?

She had known this moment would come. She had hoped it would come much  later. Pressing her lips together she nodded, even though he couldn't  see the gesture.

We have a good plan. Once we free you, none of them can possibly harm  us. She infused absolute confidence into her voice. She believed they  could rescue him or she wouldn't have had Josef and Paul come with her.  She would have come, but she wouldn't have involved them.

It's only getting those hooks closed off and the silver out of your body  and then we're home free, she added. You know the Lycans can't defeat  you.

Skyler, I want you to turn around and get out of here. I mean it. I'm not asking.

Even if you did ask, it wouldn't happen, Dimitri. I'm coming for you.  I'm not the child everyone thinks, and you, better than most, know that.  You're mine and these Lycans have no business trying to kill you.