doing anything else.
Chloe came back and went right to the bed, sitting down on the other side. She instantly went to helping her father, holding the wound together as Garek started working to stitch it up.
“How’s Alesha doing?” Garek asked, not stopping or taking his eyes off what he was doing.
“Still working on her understanding of us,” Jonah asked.
Garek nodded again, “I’m sure now with this, it’s not going to be easy.”
“I’m sorry.” That statement had Garek stop and both he and Chloe looked at him. “I should’ve done things differently with her.”
“It’s our way,” Garek went back to work. “Don’t apologize for what her mother has failed to do.”
“How is Ashley handling this?”
“Jonah, you are the alpha son of the Devanta family. Worry not about anything but you and Alesha.”
“I need to call and check in,” Jonah rubbed his face and started to leave. In fact, he had turned away and started for the door but stopped when he heard one faint word.
“Rogue.”
Everyone in the room stopped. Slowly, Jonah turned back around and Ghost had his eyes open. Soft, bright blue eyes that were right on Jonah. Ghost even reached his hand out towards him, Jonah moved closer, taking the hand and going down to his knees. He leaned in.
Ghost gripped him tightly. “There’s a rogue out there,” he whispered.
“We know,” Jonah said.
Ghost shook his head, “No you don’t know shit. Bloodline to the sixth.”
Jonah frowned.
“He wants retribution. Blood for sins of the fathers.” Ghost whispered again.
“What are you talking about?”
“He’s coming for us all,” Ghost swallowed, then grimaced in pain, before the grip loosened and his eyes closed.
“What’d he say?” Chloe asked.
“I don’t know.” Jonah stood up and when he did his phone in his pocket went off. Backing up, taking it out, but not taking his eyes off of Ghost he answered: “Hello?”
“Get home right now,” his father ordered. The line went dead.
“Something’s not right,” Jonah stated, putting the phone back in his pocket.
“What?” Garek asked.
“I don’t know. Take care of him. I’ll be back when I can.”
Jonah left the house as fast as he could. When he reached the woods he ran, all the way back to his own house. Skidding to a stop right at the edge, his nose once more picked up the fresh scent of blood.
“No!” he said right before running again to the front door. “Alesha!” he yelled, busting through the door.
“Not here,” Noah stood at the very top of the stairs, alone.
Jonah walked over to a blood stained sheet spread out like a cover on the floor. He picked it up and looked at the mangled body of Jonesy. “Where is she?”
“I don’t know. Message left on the wall just says to find him.”
Jonah turned his head and there on the far wall, written in blood, find me. Dropping the sheet, he turned and headed for the door.
“Jonah wait!” his father called out, but he wasn’t listening.
* * * *
Alesha trembled. She was tied to a tree, her arms up over her head in a small clearing. Center to it, a pit with a fire burning, and hunched over staring into the flames was the one that took her and killed Jonah’s butler. He was naked and didn’t seem to care.
“Did you know that back in the day, breeding with a human was punishable by death?” he asked suddenly, causing her to tense. “My family witnessed many deaths.” Slowly he stood up, walked around the fire and up to her. When his hand came out to touch, she flinched. “And a half-breed like you would be fed to the young.”
“What’d you want?”
His eyes narrowed. Cold gold eyes that had no emotion in them. When his lips parted in a smile, it didn’t reach those cold eyes. “I want many things.” His hand closed on her throat and squeezed, cutting
Chloe came back and went right to the bed, sitting down on the other side. She instantly went to helping her father, holding the wound together as Garek started working to stitch it up.
“How’s Alesha doing?” Garek asked, not stopping or taking his eyes off what he was doing.
“Still working on her understanding of us,” Jonah asked.
Garek nodded again, “I’m sure now with this, it’s not going to be easy.”
“I’m sorry.” That statement had Garek stop and both he and Chloe looked at him. “I should’ve done things differently with her.”
“It’s our way,” Garek went back to work. “Don’t apologize for what her mother has failed to do.”
“How is Ashley handling this?”
“Jonah, you are the alpha son of the Devanta family. Worry not about anything but you and Alesha.”
“I need to call and check in,” Jonah rubbed his face and started to leave. In fact, he had turned away and started for the door but stopped when he heard one faint word.
“Rogue.”
Everyone in the room stopped. Slowly, Jonah turned back around and Ghost had his eyes open. Soft, bright blue eyes that were right on Jonah. Ghost even reached his hand out towards him, Jonah moved closer, taking the hand and going down to his knees. He leaned in.
Ghost gripped him tightly. “There’s a rogue out there,” he whispered.
“We know,” Jonah said.
Ghost shook his head, “No you don’t know shit. Bloodline to the sixth.”
Jonah frowned.
“He wants retribution. Blood for sins of the fathers.” Ghost whispered again.
“What are you talking about?”
“He’s coming for us all,” Ghost swallowed, then grimaced in pain, before the grip loosened and his eyes closed.
“What’d he say?” Chloe asked.
“I don’t know.” Jonah stood up and when he did his phone in his pocket went off. Backing up, taking it out, but not taking his eyes off of Ghost he answered: “Hello?”
“Get home right now,” his father ordered. The line went dead.
“Something’s not right,” Jonah stated, putting the phone back in his pocket.
“What?” Garek asked.
“I don’t know. Take care of him. I’ll be back when I can.”
Jonah left the house as fast as he could. When he reached the woods he ran, all the way back to his own house. Skidding to a stop right at the edge, his nose once more picked up the fresh scent of blood.
“No!” he said right before running again to the front door. “Alesha!” he yelled, busting through the door.
“Not here,” Noah stood at the very top of the stairs, alone.
Jonah walked over to a blood stained sheet spread out like a cover on the floor. He picked it up and looked at the mangled body of Jonesy. “Where is she?”
“I don’t know. Message left on the wall just says to find him.”
Jonah turned his head and there on the far wall, written in blood, find me. Dropping the sheet, he turned and headed for the door.
“Jonah wait!” his father called out, but he wasn’t listening.
* * * *
Alesha trembled. She was tied to a tree, her arms up over her head in a small clearing. Center to it, a pit with a fire burning, and hunched over staring into the flames was the one that took her and killed Jonah’s butler. He was naked and didn’t seem to care.
“Did you know that back in the day, breeding with a human was punishable by death?” he asked suddenly, causing her to tense. “My family witnessed many deaths.” Slowly he stood up, walked around the fire and up to her. When his hand came out to touch, she flinched. “And a half-breed like you would be fed to the young.”
“What’d you want?”
His eyes narrowed. Cold gold eyes that had no emotion in them. When his lips parted in a smile, it didn’t reach those cold eyes. “I want many things.” His hand closed on her throat and squeezed, cutting
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