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I push the clothes aside, my gaze going to the bathroom attached to the walk-in, trying to find something to break the lock.Moving into the bathroom, I peer around, looking for anything, but I only find a small nail file on the edge of the sink.Desperation fuels my determination as I grab it and rush back to the locked door.
With trembling hands, I insert the nail file into the keyhole, praying my amateur attempt at lock picking will be successful.After a few nerve-wracking seconds, I feel a click.I gasp, twisting the knob, the door swings inward.And when it does, it reveals a sight that sends shockwaves through my entire being.My hands tremble as I push it open, revealing a dimly lit room.And there, tied up and gagged in the corner, is Caleb.My little brother, pale and frightened but alive.
“Caleb!”I rush to him, quickly untying him.He collapses into my arms, sobbing.“You’re safe now, I’ve got you.”
Caleb is there, his body curled up on the floor, battered and bruised.His once vibrant blue eyes are now dull and lifeless.My heart aches at the sight.He is naked and his body is littered in bite marks.Elder Eric has been using him as if he were his personal blood bag.
I cradle his fragile form in my arms.Tears well up in my eyes as I gently brush his disheveled hair away from his face.“Caleb,” I whisper, my voice choked with emotion.“I’m here.I found you.”
His eyelids flutter open, and a flicker of recognition lights up his gaze.“Emery,” he murmurs quietly like he thinks he is imagining me.
“Right here, I’m right here.We are going to get you out of here,” I tell him.Taking in his naked form I peer around the tiny space before letting him go.“Don’t leave me,” he panics.
“I’ll be right back, I am finding you some clothes, hang on,” I whisper to him when he suddenly freaks out.I clamp my hand over his mouth to muffle his cries as I quickly scan the room for anything that could provide him with some modesty.My eyes land on a pile of discarded clothes in the corner, tattered and stained, but better than nothing.
I grab a crumpled shirt and pants, hastily throwing them toward Caleb.He fumbles to put them on, his trembling hands struggling to navigate the unfamiliar task.As he slips into the clothes, I take a moment to assess his injuries.Bruises blooming across his pale skin, cuts and scrapes marking his body like cruel tattoos.The sight fills me with a white-hot rage, but I know we must focus on escaping this nightmare before seeking revenge.
“Can you walk?”I ask Caleb, my voice steady despite the chaos swirling within me.
Caleb nods weakly, determination flickering in his eyes.With great effort, he pushes himself up from the floor, leaning heavily on me for support.His body feels frail beneath my touch, when I hear footsteps approaching and panic sets in.I need to get Caleb out of here—now.As I turn toward the door though, Elder Eric stands there, his true nature revealed in his menacing gaze.
“You really thought it would be that easy?”he sneers, blocking our only exit.
“Where’s Dion?”I ask, shoving Caleb behind me.
“Distracted, by Marianne,” he snarls, his teeth bared, and he lunges at me, Elara, though, is quick to react, forcing the shift.
With a growl, I shift into my wolf form, Elara taking over.Elder Eric’s eyes widen in surprise, but he quickly recovers, shifting into his own monstrous form which is nothing like the man I saw before.No, he is pale, his skin almost translucent and I truly understand why Dion was nervous; to be able to change your appearance in such a way is horrifying.Vampires are nothing like werewolves or Hybrids and I am glad Dion isHybrid because this fucker is ugly.His fingers elongate, his nails turning to sharp hooks and Elara barely manages to dodge them as he swipes at her.
We collide with a force that shakes the foundations of the mansion.Teeth and claws clash.We fight with everything we have, driven by the need to protect Caleb.
But Elder Eric is powerful, his strikes precise and brutal as he backhands Elara sending her flying through the wall into the next room.Caleb screams a shrill and blood curdling scream as she is forced to shift back, my entire body hurting when I feel him grab me.The next second, I feel his teeth sink into my flesh, his venom seeping into my veins.The world starts to spin, my strength fading, and my blood feels like it is on fire.
“Dion?”I breathe out, my vision blurring.Just as darkness threatens to consume me, I see him.Dion bursts into the room, his eyes filled with horror as he takes in the scene.
He lunges at Elder Eric, fury and fear etched on his face.I try to hold on, but my consciousness is fading.Dion’s name on my lips just as Eric moves to toss me away but not before gripping my head when I feel the sickening twist.
Chapter 48
The tension in the air crackles with electricity as ElderEric and I lock eyes in his opulent living room.Sweat beads on my forehead, a physical materialization of my nervousness.I glance anxiously toward the door, searching for any sign of Emery’s return.Through our bond, I can sense she is safe, but the uncertainty gnaws at my insides.
Elder Eric smirks, arrogance radiating off him like waves of heat.His voice drips with contempt, trying to chip away at my patience.My muscles tighten, ready for the impending clash.
“You think you can just march into my house and demand answers?”Eric sneers, his eyes flicking with contempt.
“It’s not a matter of thinking.I am,” I retort, standing my ground.My senses are on high alert, aware this confrontation can turn deadly at any moment.
A sudden creaking of the door interrupts our verbal sparring.Marianne, the maid, enters with a tray of coffee.Something feels off about her presence—her scent is absent, and her eyes hold a sinister glint.She places the tray down, her movements too deliberate.
“You’re playing a dangerous game, Dion, accusing anelder of such atrocities, me of all people,” Elder Eric continues, his voice low and threatening.“You have no idea what forces you’re meddling with.”The decibel of his voice increases, filling the room with an air of danger.
An unexpected chaos erupts as Marianne lunges at Kyrio with a feral growl, revealing her true nature as a vampire.Kyrio struggles to defend himself against her onslaught, caught off guard by her sudden attack.
In a blink of an eye, Elder Eric charges toward me, his fists clenched, and muscles tensed.I brace myself for impact as we collide.
The sound of helicopters fills the air, drowning out the grunts and growls of our struggle as a fight also breaks outside and I know the packs have found the women and children being held here.The ground shakes beneath us as the council’s helicopters arrive outside.
I catch a glimpse of Kyrio being overpowered by Marianne, her fierce attacks rendering him unconscious.Anger fuels my every move as I fight back with everything I have.
