He wanted to answer, but the drain on his powers combined with the wounds was more than he could take. His ears were buzzing. The next thing he knew, he was a wolf again and exhaustion was overtaking him.
“Don’t let her escape and don’t take that collar off
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he projected to Vane before he let the darkness take him under again.
Angelia jumped away from Fury in his wolf form. Realizing he was unconscious, she started for the door only to find a man there who bore a scary resemblance to Dare. This guy, however, was a lot more intimidating and even more handsome. “I need to leave.”
He looked past her to the woman by the couch. “Bride, take the baby and get upstairs.” Though his tone was commanding, it was also gentle and protective.
She heard the woman leave without questioning him.
As soon as she was gone, he narrowed those eerie hazel eyes on her that were more wolf than human. “What are you doing here and what happened to my brother?”
She tilted her head at his question. His scent . . . it was unmistakable. “You’re Arcadian. A Sentinel like me.” Butunlike her, he chose to hide the marks on his face that designated him as one of their rare and sacred breed.
He curled his lips. “I’m nothing like you. My allegiance is to the Katagaria and it’s to my brother. He told me to keep you here and so I shall.”
Anger ripped through her. She had no intention of staying here. “I have to get back to my patria.”
He shook his head, his face set by determination. “You’re part of my mother’s patria which makes you my mortal enemy. You’re not leaving here until Fury allows it.” He stepped past her to where Fury lay on the floor.
She was aghast at his actions. “You’re kidnapping me?”
Effortlessly, he picked Fury up from the floor. No small feat given the size of the wolf. “My mother kidnapped my mate and took her back to medieval England where the male members of your patria then attempted to rape her. Be grateful I don’t return that favor to you.”
Those words were so eerily similar to Fury’s that it sent a chill over her. “I just want to go home.”
“You’re safe here. No one’s going to hurt you . . . unless you try to leave.” He turned and carried Fury up the same stairs the woman had taken just a few minutes before.
Angelia watched him until he was out of sight. Then she ran for the front door. She’d only made it three steps before four wolves appeared in front of her. Baring their teeth and snapping, they blocked her way.
Katagaria.
She could tell from the smell of them. That scent of wolf mingled with human and magick. It was daylight which meant it was hard for them to appear human. Not impossible, but difficult, especially if they were young or inexperienced.
She tried to press forward, but the animals prevented it.
“Do what Vane told you.”
She turned and froze in shock. In human form, thiswerewolf looked similar enough to Dare to be his twin. “Who are you?”
“Fang Kattalakis, and you better pray to whatever god you worship that nothing happens to Fury. My brother dies and I will have your throat.” He looked at the wolves around her. “Keep her guarded.” Then he returned to a wolf’s form and ran up the stairs.
Angelia backed slowly into the living room. Catching the sight of another door to the outside, she started for it only to find more wolves in front of her.
Fear sliced through her as she remembered being a helpless child as the wolves ravaged her mother. Over and over she heard the screams and relived the nightmare of them tearing her parents into shreds. She tried to blast the wolves before her, but the collar rendered all her powers useless.
She was at their mercy.
“Get back,” she snarled, throwing a lamp at one of them.
The others snarled and woofed, circling her.
She couldn’t breathe, as panic set in. They were going to kill her!
Vane wanted blood as he saw the deep wounds on Fury’s body.
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