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She wasn’t part of the pack, so he couldn’t use the pack connection to communicate with her, not even after she got close.

Maybe others would go with her? He could try and communicate with them. However, he lay underground, surrounded by earth, stone, and brick, insulated from the rest of the world and wrapped in silver. It would be difficult to establish a connection with even a dear packmate under those circumstances.

Tamaska wouldn’t be careless enough to go alone, would she?

But even as the thought formed in Kodiak’s mind, he knew that she was.

Chained and unable to help her, weakened by silver, he couldn’t be the protector she needed. And that cut him more deeply than a silver chain ever could.

CHAPTER 22

Tamaska

The image of the vampire’s dark, sunken eyes, pale skin, fangs, and black clothes burned into Tamaska’s brain, and Channing’s worried face both reminded her that her encounter hadn’t been a dream. It was real, and Kodiak was in trouble.

It didn’t matter it had taken on a dream-like state, what happened was real and it scared her half to death. Whipped her into a cold, dark fury, too.

The fucking vampires had Kodiak.

They were hurting him.

She knew it.

Tamaska tapped her feet, unable to stand behind Ash’s lounge chair. Ash’s laptop lay open as usual while her fingers flew over the keyboard.

When she’d stared into the eyes of a vampire as he told her that his comrades had captured Kodiak she’d wanted nothing more than to morph, there and then, into a vicious wolf who lived to tear apart bloodsuckers.

She didn’t even care it was insane to want that. They had him and they had to pay. All of them.

“Calm down, Tamaska,” Onai said, “your energy is dark.”

“They have him.”

“Yeah and they want you,” someone said. “What’s the problem?”

Onai turned and growled then put his hand on her shoulder. He came in close. “It got into your mind?”

“Like it was fogging it and manipulating thoughts. It wanted me to give it blood, and it wanted me to take its hand and go with it willingly.” She drew a breath. “I don’t think it could take me and I don’t know why.”

“I know they can glamor, but it doesn’t sound exactly like that.”

She shook her head, aware of the dark looks from the pack as they came in. Something had changed. Perhaps they blamed her for Kodiak’s capture. Or maybe they were sick of the interloper.

She didn’t know and right then, she was finding it hard to care. Everything was focused on Kodiak.

“I don’t know what they did, but I resisted it and then Channing came.” She looked at Onai. “I have to go and get him back. I have to.”

He pressed his lips together.

Fern pushed past Tamaska and bumped her abruptly without bothering to apologize. The shifter’s vibes felt more than prickly as she moved to the other side of the room.

He squeezed her shoulder. “Everyone’s on edge, but Tamaska you don’t think they’ll just give him up for you? Why? If you turn up, they’ll just take you and kill him, or keep him to ensure you do what they ask.”

Because they promised! The words reverberated through her, but she didn’t say them out loud. It sounded crazy. Worse it sounded like she was a vampire lover.

And below all that she could almost feel him thinking, almost hear him saying, kill him or worse.

Or worse.

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