Dark Lycan (Carpathian)

“I will take that as a command, my lady,” he said.


She smelled so good. He’d just had her, but that woodsy scent, fresh honey and rain aroused him all over again. He folded her into his arms and took her offering without hesitation. He was already addicted to her taste, and Dragonseeker blood would be invaluable in his pursuit of the enemy. For a moment, he lost himself in the sensual, intimate act of taking his lifemate’s blood, but still, he was aware the moment Dimitri approached.

He closed the small wound on her neck and held her a moment longer. Tatijana smiled up at him, waved at Dimitri and shifted, using a small wolf to move through the forest to the edge of the village where she would find sustenance.

Fen wrapped her up in warmth, pouring his love of her into her mind for a moment, before he had to turn his attention to business.

“She made us a protection circle,” Dimitri said as he stepped inside. He was dressed very similar to Fen, his weapons concealed but easily accessed.

“She’s worried and wanted us to be as safe as possible. We’re going to have to remember at all times we have more than one enemy. Should the pack become aware of what we are, they will turn on us,” Fen cautioned.

Dimitri nodded. “I had hoped to avoid them.”

“We know Mikhail is the target. I’m almost certain Abel has come here on a mission to assassinate the prince. It can’t be personal, Mikhail is far too young and I doubt Abel ever crossed paths with him. He would gain nothing from destroying an entire species.”

“But you believe someone else has something to gain?” Dimitri asked. “You’ve mentioned this before, but whom?”

“I don’t have that answer, and at this point, we have to deal with one thing at a time. Try to remember Abel as a young man. He was closer to my age than yours, but he would have been around. Anything might help.”

Dimitri frowned, trying to call up old, faded memories. He shrugged. “The only thing I remember of him, other than that he was a good man who answered questions when I asked him about various weapons, was the one time he took me out to the lake to show me how to fight in the water.”

Fen swung around. “The lake. He was obsessed with that lake. When anyone needed him in the old days, they would find him there. That’s where he is, Dimitri. He’s found a lair somewhere near the lake.”

“There’s a small island in the lake; it’s actually close to the shore and he might be able to use it,” Dimitri suggested. “It would be unusual for a vampire to do something like that. Wouldn’t he have to have a retreat, an exit? There’s not much on that tiny island, some trees and a few rocks.”

“I say we check it out,” Fen said. “He would have safeguards. No Carpathian will go to ground without safeguards and he was a Carpathian for centuries. He’ll fall back on what he knows best.”

“Let’s do this,” Dimitri said.

The moment both stepped from the circle, it disappeared as though it had never been. Before either could move, an owl settled into the tree above them. They spread out, moving quickly so that the owl was in the middle. Jacques Dubrinsky shifted, leaping to the ground to land closer to Fen.

“Tatijana sent me to you. She said you were going to hunt the Sange rau and you would need blood. She sent your message, that the prince needed to be guarded and we’ve got him protected. Have you sent word to the Lycans?” As he spoke he used his teeth on his own wrist and extended his arm toward Fen. “I offer freely,” he added, using the ritual between battle mates.

Fen took the proffered wrist, ingesting a small amount, making certain there would be enough to sustain his brother and yet not taking so much Jacques would grow weak.

While Dimitri fed, Fen answered. “No. The Lycans would handicap us at this point. They would do better guarding the prince with you. If Abel gets through us, I doubt he’ll stop trying to go after Mikhail. Better to have all of you there. We’ll have to fight as Guardians, not Lycan or Carpathian, and we can’t worry whether or not we’re observed.”

Jacques nodded. “That makes perfect sense.”

Dimitri politely closed the laceration on Jacques’s wrist. “Good luck this day.”

“Good hunting,” Jacques replied. He gripped Dimitri’s forearms hard and did the same with Fen before shifting and taking to the air.

They waited until Jacques was out of sight and then both brothers shifted to owls and took to the sky in the opposite direction, heading for the lake. The forest was thick, the canopy hiding the ground below, but twice, Fen sensed wolves below him. Not animals, but small groups of werewolves making their way toward Mikhail’s home.

We could be wrong, Dimitri ventured. He could be making an all-out assault on the prince’s home.