Page 89 of Claiming Her Vampire

It didn’t take long to find Masters. He stupidly went back to the house he gave Carol. I walked in while he was crying over her body. Kerian wanted to kill him there, but I was bored and wanted to play a game.

We brought him to our isolated little cabin—Kerian protesting the whole way—tied him to a chair, and gagged him. Kerian wouldn’t stop bitching. I have made it my mission to get him out of his funk, and I think this might do the trick.

Masters took pleasure in torturing our kind before killing them. I found a list of thousands of others on it, mine included. We have to eliminate the threat to all the others.

He stared at me with hate. Looking back at him, I didn’t understand how he got the jump on so many shifters. His hair was thinning, and he did that comb-over thing that makes the fact that he’s losing his hair even more apparent. He was heavy, his stomach sagged over his belt, and he wore cowboy boots.

“What is the plan here?” Kerian asks. “We have all the documents we need. I doubt he has anything to say.”

“I told you, I want to play a game,” I grin. “He likes to chase shifters. I say we turn it around on him.”

“Why are we doing this? Really?” he asks as he grabs my arm, pulling me around to face him.

“I want him to feel the fear of being chased. I want him to have to hide and run. I want him to feel the pain of not knowing how long it will take until his life is over,” I growl, angry.

Kerian studies me silently. I know what’s going through his mind. He’s thinking of my time away. I left the pack years ago under mysterious circumstances. We were best friends. He doesn’t know all the things that happened to me as a teenager, but I had to tell him some of them. I am a crazy motherfucker, but they made me that way.

Kerian has reasons for his actions lately, but he needs to snap out of it. He has a pack to run. He has many that depend on him, me included. He was the reliable one between us. He has to get back to that. If I have to do some crazy shit to make that happen, I will.

I love him as a brother. I missed him.

“I’m in,” Kerian says, soft.

“Good,” I say. “I wouldn’t want to do this with anyone else.”

I walk over to Masters and pull the sock from his mouth. “It’s your lucky day,” I tell him.

“I will kill you,” he stutters.

“Always with the threats. Who’s tied to a chair?” I look around the room, my arms held wide. “Not us.”

“What the fuck do you want?” Masters glanced between us.

“That’s a tricky question,” I ponder, rubbing my chin. “I want every restaurant to have all you can eat. I want a willing woman in my bed every night. I want all the sick fucks in the world to pay for their sins. How about the satisfaction of your death?” I tick off my answers on my fingers.

“Fuck you, asshole.” He struggles with his bindings.

“That’s the spirit. I have a deal for you,” I grin wickedly.

He stops, “What?” He can’t help his curiosity.

“We will let you go. If you can find the edge of the property before we catch you, you live.” I clap my hands, making him jump. “What do you think?”

“That’s a stupid deal. You both are wolves.”

“How about we promise to stay in our human forms,” I offer.

“How do I know you’ll keep your word?” he asks, suspicious, his eyes narrowed.

“You don’t.” I look at Kerian. “I’m trustworthy, right?”

“I think so,” Kerian replies and looks at Masters. “You’ll just have to take the risk,” he shrugs.

“Fine,” Masters nods.

I drag the chair to the door and out onto the porch. It’s still dark out, which may make him think he has the advantage—stupid murderer.

I crouch down behind him to untie the ropes. Once he is free, he stands up. I kick him in the back, so he falls down the steps and sprawls out on the ground.

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