Dark Wolf(47)

       
           



       

Fen had no idea of time passing as he meticulously removed every tiny  drop of poison from Zev's body and then went back to work at healing  from the inside out. Tatijana had already done her part and was working  to repair the enormous slice as well. They finished together, and nearly  fell into their own bodies.

"He needs blood," Tatijana told Vlad. "I'll give him more just before we go to ground."

"I want to make certain all of you understand that when you rise hungry  tomorrow, and you will, especially after donating all this blood," Fen  said, "that most likely anyone you come across will be Lycan. Ingesting  their blood will eventually change you. Mikhail talked to all of you  about the problems."

"He didn't talk to me," Zev said, and lifted his head to feed from Vlad's extended wrist.

"We don't have enough answers to all the questions we asked," Fen said  honestly. "Like how a woman is affected, or a child, should we choose to  have one. How a Carpathian can convert another. More, we continue to  mutate the longer we live with such a mixture."

"You people should come with a warning label," Byron told Zev.

Zev flipped him off. Behind them, Paul snickered and Josef began to  laugh. Flipping others off was not an accepted practice among the  Carpathian ancients, or even those considered old, like Byron.

Byron stifled a grin and turned around with a sober, very serious  expression. "Josef, I believe Tatijana told you to go to ground."

Tatijana stirred, and Josef quickly waved his hand to open the ground  before she could reprimand him. He floated down and the rich soil  quickly filled in over him, covering him completely.

Byron shook his head. "That boy is certainly courageous, but I have to tell you, Vlad, he's a handful."

"We never know what he's going to do or get into." Vlad sent Paul a  quick frown over his shoulder. "We were happy when he was hanging out  with Paul and Skyler because we thought-wrongly-that they were a good  influence on him."

Paul sent him a smug smirk. "We pulled it off, though. All of us."

"I wouldn't look so happy," Vlad advised. "Your uncles are on their way. They'll be here before dawn."

The smile faded quickly from Paul's face. "Uncles? As in all of them? Rafael? Zacarias, too?"

Vlad nodded his head. "All of them," he confirmed.

Paul groaned, covered his face with his hands and lay back. "I wish I  could go to ground. Maybe for twenty years or more. I don't think my  sister is going to get me out of this one."

Zev politely thanked Vlad, trying hard not to laugh at the boy's dismay.  The kid had fooled him and that wasn't an easy thing to do. "So it's  you and me, kid," he said. "We'll be facing them together. The Lycan,  who they blame for all of this, and you, because you outsmarted us  all-even them."

"You might not want to mention that part," Paul said. "It isn't like  they have the best sense of humor. I'm not certain I've ever actually  seen Zacarias laugh. We might want to take our chances in the forest."

"You're surrounded by snipers," Fen pointed out. "That wouldn't be the best idea."

"Better a quick bullet than Zacarias tearing my head off and using it  for some kind of macabre weapon, which he's quite capable of," Paul  said.

"In the old days they used to cut off heads and put them up on spears to  warn everyone what would happen to them if they angered the great  lords," Fen said with a sly glance at Zev. He nudged him with his foot.  "Your head would look mighty pretty perched up on top of a spear,  staring into the woods as a warning to the Lycans who shot young Paul  there."

"Fen!" Tatijana sounded shocked. "You're getting more bloodthirsty by the minute. Go to ground and behave yourself."

"He doesn't know the meaning of the word," Zev said, a little piously.  "But if Paul's uncle does cut off my head, Fen, it will be up to you to  keep him from starting a war. You'll have to talk sense into him."

Fen scowled at him. "I doubt anyone can do that, even me, and when my  brother rises, it will take all of you to talk sense into me."

He couldn't quite suppress the rage that rose every now and then when he  thought of his brother being tortured in the Lycan camp. He would never  have found Dimitri in time to save him. If Skyler and Dimitri didn't  have such an incredible, intense bond between them, his brother would  have died an unspeakable death of sheer agony.

Zev's faint smile faded. "I am sorry, Fen."

Fen shrugged. He knew that Zev's years of service to the council had  conditioned him to follow orders and carry out commands. He was the  council's defense. Their eyes and ears. They trusted him implicitly, and  he had earned that trust the hard way. He couldn't blame Zev. The elite  hunter had even confessed to him that he'd considered going against the  orders of the council, or even ending Dimitri's suffering himself by  killing him.

"We're not at war yet," Fen reminded softly. "I find it difficult to  understand how Dimitri could have been treated that way during wartime,  let alone when we're at peace."

"I found it equally as hard to understand," Zev admitted. "I found  myself realizing I couldn't uphold the council's rulings if I didn't  believe they were just and fair." That realization had shaken the very  foundation of his existence, his every belief.

Fen took a deep breath and let it out. "I'm sorry. None of this is your fault."

"Maybe. And maybe it is. I should have known something was very wrong  when I couldn't reach the council for answers." Zev shook his head. He  was tired. Exhausted actually. He wanted to close his eyes and go to  sleep. "You don't have to stay up and keep me company. Paul and I will  take turns keeping watch. You need sleep every bit as much as I do."

Fen looked over at Paul.

Paul nodded, looking far too old for his age. "No problem, we've got this," he agreed.





13





The sound of muted weeping filled his mind. Dimitri's eyes snapped open.  He looked down at the woman in his arms. Skyler lay curled into him,  looking smaller than ever. Tangled vines, bright in color, had wrapped  them up in a cocooning blanket of living flora. Beneath the cover, both  of them were naked, needing the soil to heal every wound. He caught  glimpses of her body, white porcelain, marred now by several bullets  tearing into her flesh.

Skyler's hand moved against his neck, the smallest of gestures, a mere  brushing of her fingers, back and forth, betraying nerves.

Immediately he waved his hand and commanded the soil to open, to allow  in air and the night. A cool breeze instantly fanned their faces.  Overhead stars glittered and the moon glowed a soft yellow behind lazy  clouds. He shielded them carefully from any eyes or ears, wrapping them  in a warm cocoon of privacy.

He brushed back the hair from her face, removing all residue from both  of them, while allowing the living blanket to remain. He wanted her to  be comfortable with him, not aware both were naked beneath that twisting  layer of vines.

"What is it, Skyler? Are you afraid?"

Her long lashes lifted and she looked up at him. The moment their eyes  met, his heart leapt in his chest. She had always been stunningly  beautiful to him. As she'd grown into a woman, her Dragonseeker blood  became much more apparent. The heritage ran strong in her, giving her  ever-changing eyes, dark now, with the tips of her lashes wet.

"I can't be afraid with your arms around me, Dimitri," she answered. She  turned her face up into his neck, rubbing like a cat over his skin.

There was a little hitch to her voice that caught at him. "What then?"  He lifted her chin with one finger and bent his head to kiss away the  path of tears. "Why are you crying?" He trailed more kisses,  featherlight, to the corner of her mouth.                       
       
           



       

He felt her tremble, the smallest of shivers, but she didn't pull away  from him, rather she turned her face subtly so his next kiss brushed  across her lips. "Csitri, we're safe now." He kissed her gently,  demanding nothing. Asking for nothing. Simply telling her he loved her  and holding her close were all that mattered in that moment.

Her lips curved into a faint smile beneath his. "We're safe as long as  we stay here in the ground, my love. I believe my father and uncle are  somewhere close."

"You have nothing to fear from your family, Skyler," Dimitri assured.  "Without you, I would be dead. As my lifemate, you had every right to do  what you did."

"I see. So if our daughter ever . . ."

"She would be locked in her room for the rest of her life," he  interrupted. "Our child will be timid and want to cling to her parents."