against her skull. She pushed herself up, saw she was naked, and covered herself. Her heart hammered in her chest. What happened?
Elijah trudged through the trees towards her and she lifted her hands to sign, to ask him what had happened when he threw her clothes at her feet. She could feel his anger rippling across her sensitive skin.
Elijah sat on his heels, his jaw jumping as his eyes swept across her. “Why didn’t you tell me you were born wolf?”
Keta rolled her head on her shoulders, easing a cramp she must have got last night. She lifted her heavy arms and signed. You assumed I was born a vampire. I didn’t tell you otherwise because I didn’t trust you.
“And now?”
Keta turned her head away, fighting the fear that stirred within. I can’t. I just can’t.
Elijah exhaled hard. “Keta, we had sex—a vampire and a werewolf. That kind of relationship is forbidden. If anyone was to find out, we’d be killed.”
Her eyes filled with tears as she faced him again. I didn’t think.
“No, you didn’t.” Elijah stood. “I’m going to search for Katrina. I’ll deal with you after I’ve found her.”
Keta tried to grab him, but he stepped back before she could. She felt her heart break as he backed away from her.
“You don’t understand! They’ll make me kill you with my bare hands before they kill me. I am a wolf as well as a vampire, Keta. There are just some things I can’t do without consequence!”
Keta raised her hands to explain, but Elijah turned away, his entire body shaking, and left her alone in the woods.
Keta let her tears fall as she struggled to breathe. What had she done? She should have told Elijah the truth straight away, or tried harder to escape instead of falling for him.
* * * *
Elijah made his way to the old ruin the vampire had spoken about. He was still angry with Keta’s betrayal. She knew what she was, she knew what he was and she never told him, choosing to give in to her own passions without considering the consequences.
Liar.
Elijah stopped where he was, hanging his head in shame. Keta never would have used him to get what she wanted, he knew that. After what she had been through he was still surprised by her act to save him with pleasure instead of pain.
One thing was clear—Elijah would rather be dead than alive, knowing he would never be able to live without Keta, or knowing what she did. They would both be hunted and he would be forced to kill her with his own hands before he got his punishment.
The laws hadn’t changed in centuries. Both vampires and werewolves still held their laws seriously, and viciously.
Elijah turned away from the direction he faced, his decision already made. Rio! He put all of his strength into the name and waited, knowing Rio wouldn’t resist his chance to put another command on him.
“The half-breed called?”
Elijah clenched his hands into fists as anger surged through him. He held in his temper and faced the man he wished he could kill. “I can’t find Katrina—it just isn’t possible, not with the dead lead you threw me on.” Elijah didn’t see the point in wasting time. He just wanted everything to end.
“You have not really tried.”
“I’ve done more than you,” Elijah spoke through gritted teeth and waited for a blow from Rio. It didn’t come.
“You realise what will happen now?”
“I do.”
“I was under the impression you didn’t give up easily.” Rio chuckled.
Elijah didn’t bother speaking and didn’t bother explaining that he wasn’t giving in for his own sake, but for Keta’s. Despite what she did, the secrets she kept, Elijah didn’t want to kill her with his own hands. He knew he couldn’t, but if forced, he’d had no choice. At least she’d be able to escape without harm.
“Be at my home at midnight. You will face your punishment in humiliation in front of the entire pack. Do not be late.” Rio turned and without a word, left.
Elijah resisted the urge to follow
Elijah trudged through the trees towards her and she lifted her hands to sign, to ask him what had happened when he threw her clothes at her feet. She could feel his anger rippling across her sensitive skin.
Elijah sat on his heels, his jaw jumping as his eyes swept across her. “Why didn’t you tell me you were born wolf?”
Keta rolled her head on her shoulders, easing a cramp she must have got last night. She lifted her heavy arms and signed. You assumed I was born a vampire. I didn’t tell you otherwise because I didn’t trust you.
“And now?”
Keta turned her head away, fighting the fear that stirred within. I can’t. I just can’t.
Elijah exhaled hard. “Keta, we had sex—a vampire and a werewolf. That kind of relationship is forbidden. If anyone was to find out, we’d be killed.”
Her eyes filled with tears as she faced him again. I didn’t think.
“No, you didn’t.” Elijah stood. “I’m going to search for Katrina. I’ll deal with you after I’ve found her.”
Keta tried to grab him, but he stepped back before she could. She felt her heart break as he backed away from her.
“You don’t understand! They’ll make me kill you with my bare hands before they kill me. I am a wolf as well as a vampire, Keta. There are just some things I can’t do without consequence!”
Keta raised her hands to explain, but Elijah turned away, his entire body shaking, and left her alone in the woods.
Keta let her tears fall as she struggled to breathe. What had she done? She should have told Elijah the truth straight away, or tried harder to escape instead of falling for him.
* * * *
Elijah made his way to the old ruin the vampire had spoken about. He was still angry with Keta’s betrayal. She knew what she was, she knew what he was and she never told him, choosing to give in to her own passions without considering the consequences.
Liar.
Elijah stopped where he was, hanging his head in shame. Keta never would have used him to get what she wanted, he knew that. After what she had been through he was still surprised by her act to save him with pleasure instead of pain.
One thing was clear—Elijah would rather be dead than alive, knowing he would never be able to live without Keta, or knowing what she did. They would both be hunted and he would be forced to kill her with his own hands before he got his punishment.
The laws hadn’t changed in centuries. Both vampires and werewolves still held their laws seriously, and viciously.
Elijah turned away from the direction he faced, his decision already made. Rio! He put all of his strength into the name and waited, knowing Rio wouldn’t resist his chance to put another command on him.
“The half-breed called?”
Elijah clenched his hands into fists as anger surged through him. He held in his temper and faced the man he wished he could kill. “I can’t find Katrina—it just isn’t possible, not with the dead lead you threw me on.” Elijah didn’t see the point in wasting time. He just wanted everything to end.
“You have not really tried.”
“I’ve done more than you,” Elijah spoke through gritted teeth and waited for a blow from Rio. It didn’t come.
“You realise what will happen now?”
“I do.”
“I was under the impression you didn’t give up easily.” Rio chuckled.
Elijah didn’t bother speaking and didn’t bother explaining that he wasn’t giving in for his own sake, but for Keta’s. Despite what she did, the secrets she kept, Elijah didn’t want to kill her with his own hands. He knew he couldn’t, but if forced, he’d had no choice. At least she’d be able to escape without harm.
“Be at my home at midnight. You will face your punishment in humiliation in front of the entire pack. Do not be late.” Rio turned and without a word, left.
Elijah resisted the urge to follow
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