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Kyrio’s struggles weaken, his eyes clearing as Dion’s command as Alpha takes hold.He stops, panting, confusion written all over his face.
“Dion...what...?”Kyrio’s voice is a hoarse whisper, and he pats his chest, it’s so odd seeing him with fangs, it’s eerie, hismovements too quick, he even startles himself.
“We had no choice, Kyrio,” Dion replies, his voice heavy with regret.“You were dying.”
The realization dawns in Kyrio’s eyes first shock then horror.“I’m alive,” he chokes, touching his newly formed fangs.The sirens grow nearer, yet there’s still a savage gleam in Kyrio’s eyes and I can see the worry in Dion’s.
“We won’t be much longer if we don’t get out of here,” Dion mutters, glancing around.
“And you can’t get in the car with us like this,” Dion adds and Kyrio stares at him.Dion motions for me to come to him, holding out his hand.
“Don’t bite us,” he instructs firmly.Kyrio’s eyes, clouded with pain and confusion, lock onto Dion’s, and he nods, understanding flashing in his gaze.
Once Dion’s sure Kyrio’s not going to tear into us, he motions for Kyrio to walk ahead.Yet Kyrio seems almost lost like he is taking in the place for the first time.When we near the car, Dion stops Kyrio rummaging in his pockets while Kyrio watches him with a hungry intensity, Dion hits the fob, the trunk popping open.
“Sorry Kye, but you gotta get in the trunk.”Kyrio glances at the trunk then Dion then to me.I linger behind Dion, nervously.
“Do I need to order you?”Dion asks him, watching him like he’s watching a snake about to bite.Kyrio sniffs the air, his pupils dilating and restricting, deep shades of red swirling in them.
“What’s wrong with him?”I murmur.
“He needs blood, he’s between phases, I need you to get in the car, Emery,” Dion tells me.I look at Dion.
He nods toward the car.
“Why?”I blurt stupidly.
“Why do you think?Now hurry up, we need to get out of here before authorities show up.I am not sure who is in your grandmother’s pocket and who isn’t,” Dion warns me, just the mention of her makes my heart race faster and my thoughtsgo to Caleb, wondering if he is okay.Nodding, I move to the passenger seat and climb in.My mind reels with the events and now that I’ve sat down it’s like the adrenaline has worn off and I am assaulted with the memory.
Hearing a grunt and banging around, I peer at the side mirror but don’t see Kyrio or Dion.Staring through the back window, Dion shuts the trunk and moves to the driver’s seat.He opens the door sitting in the car and the blood dribbling down his neck doesn’t go unnoticed by me, so I know he let Kyrio feed on him.
We leave the parking lot and the mess we left behind, pulling onto the highway just as patrol cars zoom past us.Dion glances in the mirror and I hold my breath as we head back toward the highway.
“What now?”I ask.
“We go home, form a plan,” Dion states and I swallow the lump forming in my throat.We make our way back home.The packhouse is quiet, and dark when we return home, but Tara is waiting out the front despite the late hour, so I know either Dion or Kyrio mind-linked her to tell her what happened.She races toward the trunk of the car, but Dion stops her, grabbing her shoulders.He tells us to step back while he lets Kyrio out.Yet the moment he does, Kyrio barges past him to get to Tara, a shriek leaves me as I panic thinking he is attacking her only to see him scoop her up and hug her tightly.Tara sobs, clutching him back and Dion lets him go, having grabbed his shoulder the moment he grabbed her.
Kyrio’s placed in the dungeons immediately - a precaution until he can control his newfound bloodlust.
I watch from a distance, a pang of sorrow for their situation striking me.Dion wraps his arm around my shoulder, pulling me close.“He’ll be okay,” he murmurs, his voice filled with a certainty I don’t feel, but I desperately want to believe.
I can’t shake the feeling of an impending storm.Caleb is out there with Elder Eric.The thought gnaws at me.
Dion sensing my turmoil, brows furrow in concern.“We’ll figure something out,” he assures me, his hand squeezing mine.“I won’t let anything happen to him.To any of us,” Dion reassures me.“We’ll find Caleb,” he says, determination steeling his voice.“We’ll bring him home.Now come on, you should sleep.”
“What if the council comes?”I worry, too scared to sleep, my grandmother’s dead body haunting me even awake.I dread falling asleep.
“Our men will alert us.Now come.”Dion leads me to the room, yet the packhouse feels different.Everything feels different and to think what was supposed to be a visit with family has turned into a bloodbath.
Chapter 45
The packhouse is eerily silent as I walk through its halls,each step echoing against the stone walls.I need to rally the local packs and unite them against the council.But first, there’s Emery.She’s worried about Caleb, her brother, who’s now in the clutches of Elder Eric.The thought of him, so young and vulnerable, in the hands of that monster gnaws at me.Though it doesn’t haunt me as much as knowing that monster is my father, that Bernice was my mother, my mother I killed, just as she tried to kill me, only I was successful.
As I enter our room, I find Emery sitting by the window, her gaze lost in the distance.She looks up as I approach, her eyes full of fear.
“Did you find out anything?”she asks, her voice desperate.
“We’ll find him, Emery,” I say, sitting beside her.“I promise.”
