lead him to this threat and he would exterminate
it.
Just a few long strides and he stood in front of her,
looming in a way only an alpha could. “You’re going to tell me
everything about him. We’ll find him tog –”
“No. The hunt is mine.” She gave him a stern look.
“Just keep protecting your wolves and stay out of this.”
“The hell I will. This is my territory. No one
commits a crime so heinous without involving me. I’m in.” He leaned
in so close he could feel her breath on his neck. “If you don’t
like it, sweetheart, feel free to leave.”
He could tell a witty retort was on the tip of her
tongue, but she suddenly grasped the sides of her head and hissed
in a breath. Her gaze darted nervously to the sky. It was almost
dawn.
“How far to town?” she asked, her voice its usual
calm.
“About ten miles.” He watched the wheels turn in her
head, curious what the outcome would be. Would she finally ask for
help? A small wrinkle formed between her brows. “Don’t you have a
car?”
“A motorcycle, but he took it. Along with my
weapons.” She lowered her shaking hands. “Bastard meant for me to
suffer out here.”
Cristian had seen the effects of the sun on vampires.
It wasn’t pretty. The biggest, most bad-ass vampires he’d ever
known had crumpled to the ground, screaming in agony. They didn’t
burst into flames, but from what he’d been told, it was like being
boiled from the inside out. It weakened them, leaving them helpless
to defend themselves, a death sentence in the supernatural
world.
His heart thudded in his ears. Though he didn’t
understand why, it was imperative he keep her safe. He assured
himself it was only because he needed her help catching this
killer. “Come to camp with me. I’ll give you new weapons and a
place to sleep.”
“After what I did to your merry men?” She arched a
brow, her voice still as cool as her heart. “I can think of better
ways to commit suicide.”
“No one will touch you. I promise.”
She shook her head. “I haven’t gotten to be as old as
I am by trusting just anybody.”
He pursed his lips, pushing back the impulse to throw
her over his shoulder, to hell with her pride. Brute force would
not work on a woman like Natalia. “At least let me drive you to
town. I can have a jeep here in half an hour.”
She looked at the ground then to the sky, indecision
weighing on her face for a long moment. With a sigh, she gave him a
reluctant nod.
He smiled. Trust. One small step at a time.
***
What am I thinking?
Trusting a werewolf with her life? The coming sun
must’ve scrambled her brain. Unfortunately, she’d dug herself in a
hole this time. Literally, since that was her only other option.
She could go to ground and cover herself with earth. It wouldn’t be
comfortable. She would suffocate and remain unconscious until her
supernatural healing surged life back into her. With a deep inhale,
she’d choke on a lungful of dirt then suffocate again. The cycle
would happen over and over until night approached when she would
burst from the ground, weak, but alive. It was a torturous way to
spend a day. Slightly more agonizing than putting her safety in the
hands of a werewolf.
Her shoulders slumped under the strain of her aching
muscles. Sweat beaded on her brow. Weak as she was, she reminded
herself she could still kick the werewolf’s ass. He stared down at
her, tall and formidable. Yeah, she could kill him if she had to.
Probably. Maybe.
After commanding her to stay put with the promise
he’d be back with a jeep in twenty minutes, he disappeared into the
trees.
She focused on staying upright while she waited for
him to return. She fought the urge to flee several times – not that
she could’ve gotten far anyway. A short while later, the roar of
the jeep’s engine preceded it bursting through the trees. It was a
monster. Tires as big as a small child, the rest of it so caked
with mud she had no idea the original color of the