Dead After Dark (Companion #6.5)(10)

She shook her head in denial. “You don’t have people. You’re an animal.”

He twisted his lips into a vicious snarl. “Baby, you untie me, and I’ll show you just how much of an animal the man in me really is. Trust me. He’s a lot crueler than the wolf is.”

“Told you,” Oscar said as he joined them in the tent. He angled the red-hot poker toward the flap. “You should leave. The stench of burning flesh is going to be hard on your nose.”

She saw the panic in Fury’s eyes as he tried to scoot away from them.

Oscar grabbed him by the hair and rolled him over. Fury kicked at him, but there wasn’t much he could do given how tied up he was. Still he fought with a courage that was admirable.

“Get out,” Dare said as he entered the tent.

As she started for the flap, Fury let out a howl so fierce and pain-filled that it shattered her soul. Turning, she saw that Oscar had dropped the poker across his left hip where it burned in a foul stench.

Right or wrong, she couldn’t let them do this to him anymore.

She shoved Dare out of her way, then kicked Oscar back from Fury. Before they could recover themselves, she knelt by Fury’s side and placed her hand on his shoulder. Using her powers, she took them out of the tent and moved them farther into the marsh where they’d been camped. Since she didn’t know the area all that well, it was the safest place she could take him.

When he met her gaze, there was no gratitude there. Only rage and a hatred so sharp it was piercing. “What are you going to do now? Leave me here for the gators to eat?”

“I should.” Instead, she manifested a knife to cut through the ropes that held his hands.

Fury was stunned by her actions. “Why are you helping me?”

“I don’t know. Apparently I’m having a moment of extreme stupidity.”

He wiped at the blood on his face as she cut the ropes on his feet. “I wish your stupidity had kicked in sooner.”

She paused at the sight of the raw blister on his hip where the jackal had laid the poker. It had to be killing him. “I’m so sorry.”

Fury snatched at the collar on his throat and jerked it free.

Angelia gasped at the action. No one should be able to remove their collar.

No one.

“How did you do that?”

He curled his lip at her. “I can do a lot of things when I’m not being shocked.”

She started to leave, but before she could, he snapped the collar around her throat. Shrieking, she tried to use her powers to either attack him or remove it.

It was useless.

“I saved you!”

“Fuck you,” he snarled. “I wouldn’t have been there had the two of you not jumped me last night. You’re lucky I don’t return the favor you did for me.”

Raw panic tore through her as she realized he could do anything to her and she’d be powerless to stop him. “What are you going to do?”

There was no mercy in his expression. No reprieve. “I ought to rip your throat out. But lucky for you, I’m just a dumb animal and killing for revenge isn’t in my nature.” He tightened his grip on her arm. “Killing to protect myself and those in my pack is another story. You’d do well to remember that.”

As she opened her mouth to respond, Fury flashed them out of the marsh and into his brother Vane’s large Victorian house.

Vane’s mate was in the living room, standing by the couch where their son was napping. Tall and curvaceous with short, dark auburn hair, Bride was one of the few people Fury actually trusted. She let out an almost wolf-sounding yelp before she spun about and gave them her back. “Good grief, Fury, warn me if you’re going to jump in here naked.”

“Sorry, Bride,” he said, trying to keep his focus. But it was getting hard given his wounds.

“What happened to you?”

He looked over his shoulder to find Vane standing in the doorway. He wanted to answer, but the drain on his powers combined with the wounds was more than he could take. His ears were buzzing. The next thing he knew, he was a wolf again and exhaustion was overtaking him.

“Don’t let her escape and don’t take that collar off,” he projected to Vane before he let the darkness take him under again.

Angelia jumped away from Fury in his wolf form. Realizing he was unconscious, she started for the door only to find a man there who bore a scary resemblance to Dare. This guy, however, was a lot more intimidating and even more handsome. “I need to leave.”

He looked past her to the woman by the couch. “Bride, take the baby and get upstairs.” Though his tone was commanding, it was also gentle and protective.

She heard the woman leave without questioning him.

As soon as she was gone, he narrowed those eerie hazel eyes on her that were more wolf than human. “What are you doing here and what happened to my brother?”

She tilted her head at his question. His scent . . . it was unmistakable. “You’re Arcadian. A Sentinel like me.” But unlike her, he chose to hide the marks on his face that designated him as one of their rare and sacred breed.

He curled his lips. “I’m nothing like you. My allegiance is to the Katagaria and it’s to my brother. He told me to keep you here and so I shall.”

Anger ripped through her. She had no intention of staying here. “I have to get back to my patria.”