The Promise (Neighbor from Hell #10)(89)

No matter how many nests he came across, Ethan couldn’t find anyone that had come across another Pyte before. But once a Master caught wind of Trace’s existence they were forced to run since Masters either wanted to kill him or keep him to find out what he could do for them once he hit his immortality.

Once they’d outstayed their welcome in Europe, his father bought passage for the two of them to the colonies. They’d both instantly fallen in love with New England. Although it was already a well-loved area for many demons and shifters, vampires were reluctant to settle in the colonies since it would have been more difficult to hide what they were. It would have been safer for them to stay in Europe where they could move more freely, but his father hadn’t wanted to take any more chances.

For the past two years, the two of them had enjoyed a sense of freedom they hadn’t known in Europe. They mostly stayed in small townships, which Trace preferred. When they were in the small cities like Boston, Trace wasn’t allowed to leave their rooms, but here he could go wherever he wanted, whenever he wanted as long as he avoided the shifter Packs that sometimes crossed this area.

He’d made a point of going outside every day, enjoying the sunlight on his skin while he still could. In a matter of days, weeks, or months he was supposed to make his transition and then the sun would be lost to him forever. It was the same reason that his father had settled them here even though it meant that he had to travel most of the night to the nearest city to feed.

For years, Trace had been counting down the days until his sixteenth birthday. Once Trace hit his immortality, which according to that priest’s should be soon, his father would no longer have to worry about him, and he could return to Europe where life would be easier for him.

Trace had already decided that he wouldn’t follow his father back, not after the warning the priest had given them. Once he underwent his transformation, he was going to move away from everyone and everything. He’d feed on rats if that’s what it took because he refused to be the monster that he was meant to be.

“I know that I promised that we could stay here, but after yesterday you have to realize that we can’t stay here. It’s not safe,” his father explained. “They’re shifters, Trace. You know how they feel about our kind.”

“But, father, Mary doesn’t care about any of that,” when his father opened his mouth to argue he rushed on, “and they don’t know about you. They think I’m here by myself. As long as I stay away from the rest of her Pack and take the long way home through the swamp, we’ll be safe.”

His father went still. “The Pack knows about you?”

Trace reluctantly nodded, shifting anxiously as his father’s blue eyes flashed silver. Trace didn’t need any light to know that his father’s fangs had dropped as well.

“You told me they didn’t see you!” his father snapped, coming to his feet.

Trace shifted back away from his father. He knew his father would never hurt him, but even knowing that didn’t stop him from stumbling back away from him when his father’s eyes flashed silver. He’d seen what his father was capable of and knew that he never wanted to be on the receiving end of his father’s temper.

“I-I t-think they spotted me when we were by the stream, Father. Mary told me to run, but,” he swallowed hard, “I think it might have been too late and that’s why they struck her, but she didn’t tell them about me!” he promised.

Ethan ran both hands over his face, muttering something that Trace couldn’t hear.

“Father?” Trace said, taking a tentative step forward.

“You fool!” Ethan bellowed, slamming his hand down on the small table, breaking it into a dozen pieces before he stormed towards Trace as his fangs slid down. Before Trace could back away, his father grabbed him by the shoulders and shook him.

“Her loyalty belongs to her Pack. Not you! She’s already told them about you!” his father snapped, shaking him harder. “Do you have any idea what they’ll do to you once they get their hands on you?”

“The full moon isn’t for another two weeks, Father! I’m safe!”

He knew they’d have to leave before the full moon when every shifter in the region would shift. Their sense of smell would become stronger, and they’d hunt them down. During those nights, they’d have to move to a city where it would be safer since shifters avoided humans to keep their existence hidden.

“You’re not safe,” his father bit out through clenched teeth. “Their Alpha can change at will. He can hunt you down when I’m not there to protect you, you fool!”

His grip tightened on Trace’s shoulders as he closed his eyes, almost as if he was the one in pain. “Please tell me that you didn’t tell her what you are.”

Trace winced as pain shot through his shoulders. “She promised not to tell,” he said softly.

“Her loyalty is to her Pack. Not to you!” Ethan roared, slamming Trace into the door.

“She’s my friend!”

Ethan backhanded him, knocking him against the wall, and destroying what little hope that he’d had left that his father would understand, making him realize that he no longer had a choice. He had to save her before it was too late.

“Oh my god...” his father said, looking horrified as he moved towards him. “Trace, I’m sorry.”