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for her broken glasses on the floor, but the scent of the intruders overlaid everything else.
Wolf mixed in with ancient blood. The hybrid. The most dangerous enemy a shifter could face was a rogue wolf high on vamp blood. Raoul had only encountered one a long time ago when he was still finding his feet, but he would recognize that scent everywhere . This hybrid had once been part of their pack. It meant his mutated genes made it nigh on impossible for mere shifters from the same pack to defeat him, and he had Nikita. A ball of dread landed in Raoul’s gut.
He slammed the front door shut and picked up Nikita's phone. His dad answered on the second ring.
"Dad, I need your help. He's back, and he's got my girl."
The furious curse reverberating down the phone echoed the one bouncing around his brain.
"I'll call the council together. Stay where you are, until we know what he wants. I was afraid that demon spawn was behind the recent attacks on the packs, but he never left enough of a trail to be sure. Are you certain this is Draco?"
"I'm positive, Dad. And what's more he's turning wolves. He's got my beta, too."
" Shit , this is even worse than I first thought. We can't let him win, son."
Raoul shut his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose to not let rip at his father.
"Don’t you think I know that, but, shit, Dad, I can't just sit here until the council decides what to do. If they had acted in the first place, we wouldn't be in this fucking mess. He's got Nikita, Dad."
There was an ominous pause at the end of the line.
"I thought you said he's got your girl. I assumed you meant your latest sub. Nikita is human, and she is your friend. What the hell haven't you told me, son? Have you bonded with her? Is she wolf now?"
Raoul laughed, a short almost hysterical laugh for sure.
"No, Dad, she doesn't even know I'm a wolf. It seemed safer to keep her out of it. I didn't want her to be a pawn in the power struggles that I thought this was."
A deep felt sigh came through the phone line.
"And your wolf, what has he got to say about this?"
"She's our mate, Dad. I know I fucked up."
"Big time, son, big time. Let's hope we can get her back before it's too late." Raoul grabbed the phone receiver so hard it creaked. "You know the council will sacrifice her in a heartbeat if it means defeating Draco, and if he's turned her, you've lost her, son."
Chapter Seven
A crushing weight sat on her chest, pinning her in place , and she couldn't breathe. God, why can't I breathe? What's happening to me?
Pain rolled through her, sharp and thick. It flowed through her veins like molten lava, yet she was so cold she shivered. Tears seeped from her closed eyelids, and her heart missed its beat. Was she dying? Was this it? Her life snatched away just as she found Raoul. The pain centered in her heart, and she wanted to scream and rail at the injustice of it all. For Raoul was not the man she knew. If Darius was a wolf, then it stood to reason that Raoul was, too. She was here, wherever here was because of that.
More tears fell. They stung her cold skin like acid, and anger coiled itself in her belly like a poisonous snake, ready to bite. It lay in wait until it struck with a burst of speed and light, and Nikita sat up in the bed she lay on, and drew a huge gasp of air into her lungs.
"Welcome back, princess."
The voice sent a cold clamp of dread around her body. Like a vise it squeezed until she struggled to breathe again.
"Oh, no you don't. I didn't go through all this trouble for you to shuffle off this mortal coil now." The man gave an evil chuckle that caused goose-bumps to break out all over her skin. "Though strictly speaking you've already done that." Cold fingers dug into her skin and forced her to look up at him.
It was the man in her nightmares, the same one who'd attacked her a month ago, the same one who'd come upon her in that god-awful basement. She jerked away from him, and he smiled, showing a set of lethal
Wolf mixed in with ancient blood. The hybrid. The most dangerous enemy a shifter could face was a rogue wolf high on vamp blood. Raoul had only encountered one a long time ago when he was still finding his feet, but he would recognize that scent everywhere . This hybrid had once been part of their pack. It meant his mutated genes made it nigh on impossible for mere shifters from the same pack to defeat him, and he had Nikita. A ball of dread landed in Raoul’s gut.
He slammed the front door shut and picked up Nikita's phone. His dad answered on the second ring.
"Dad, I need your help. He's back, and he's got my girl."
The furious curse reverberating down the phone echoed the one bouncing around his brain.
"I'll call the council together. Stay where you are, until we know what he wants. I was afraid that demon spawn was behind the recent attacks on the packs, but he never left enough of a trail to be sure. Are you certain this is Draco?"
"I'm positive, Dad. And what's more he's turning wolves. He's got my beta, too."
" Shit , this is even worse than I first thought. We can't let him win, son."
Raoul shut his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose to not let rip at his father.
"Don’t you think I know that, but, shit, Dad, I can't just sit here until the council decides what to do. If they had acted in the first place, we wouldn't be in this fucking mess. He's got Nikita, Dad."
There was an ominous pause at the end of the line.
"I thought you said he's got your girl. I assumed you meant your latest sub. Nikita is human, and she is your friend. What the hell haven't you told me, son? Have you bonded with her? Is she wolf now?"
Raoul laughed, a short almost hysterical laugh for sure.
"No, Dad, she doesn't even know I'm a wolf. It seemed safer to keep her out of it. I didn't want her to be a pawn in the power struggles that I thought this was."
A deep felt sigh came through the phone line.
"And your wolf, what has he got to say about this?"
"She's our mate, Dad. I know I fucked up."
"Big time, son, big time. Let's hope we can get her back before it's too late." Raoul grabbed the phone receiver so hard it creaked. "You know the council will sacrifice her in a heartbeat if it means defeating Draco, and if he's turned her, you've lost her, son."
Chapter Seven
A crushing weight sat on her chest, pinning her in place , and she couldn't breathe. God, why can't I breathe? What's happening to me?
Pain rolled through her, sharp and thick. It flowed through her veins like molten lava, yet she was so cold she shivered. Tears seeped from her closed eyelids, and her heart missed its beat. Was she dying? Was this it? Her life snatched away just as she found Raoul. The pain centered in her heart, and she wanted to scream and rail at the injustice of it all. For Raoul was not the man she knew. If Darius was a wolf, then it stood to reason that Raoul was, too. She was here, wherever here was because of that.
More tears fell. They stung her cold skin like acid, and anger coiled itself in her belly like a poisonous snake, ready to bite. It lay in wait until it struck with a burst of speed and light, and Nikita sat up in the bed she lay on, and drew a huge gasp of air into her lungs.
"Welcome back, princess."
The voice sent a cold clamp of dread around her body. Like a vise it squeezed until she struggled to breathe again.
"Oh, no you don't. I didn't go through all this trouble for you to shuffle off this mortal coil now." The man gave an evil chuckle that caused goose-bumps to break out all over her skin. "Though strictly speaking you've already done that." Cold fingers dug into her skin and forced her to look up at him.
It was the man in her nightmares, the same one who'd attacked her a month ago, the same one who'd come upon her in that god-awful basement. She jerked away from him, and he smiled, showing a set of lethal
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