Wolf Girl (Wolf Girl, #1)(53)

He raised one eyebrow. “Prince Vicon Drake?”

I nodded once. “I didn’t know that at the time, but yeah.”

They’d gotten Raven so drunk she’d passed out in the basement, but the boys were stupid enough to brag to us all about their rich and powerful families.

“I’m a Drake, I can get away with murder,” he’d said earlier that night after telling me his first name was Vicon. Only later, when my parents had made the formal complaint, did I find out he was prince to the coven that ruled the entire city.

Sawyer grasped me by the arms and leaned in to kiss me chastely. “Call Sage and have her sleep over. I’ll put Eugene on the front door, with the rest of my guys walking the perimeter.”

I shook my head. “What?”

He released me and started to walk to the door, gray fur rolling down his back. When he reached the door, he looked over his shoulder at me with yellow eyes. “I might be gone for a few days. Just go to class, pretend like everything is normal, but sleep at my place with Sage. It’s safest.”

“What are you saying? Where are you going?”

Sawyer’s jaw clenched. “The only person who should have survived that night is you, Demi.” Then he slipped out into the daylight like he didn’t just drop a hint that he was going to attempt to murder Prince Vicon Drake.

Oh fuck. That’s not how I saw that conversation going.





Three days. Sawyer had been MIA for three days. I’d been forced to tell Sage about my attack five years ago, because she was wondering why we were sleeping at Sawyer’s and he was gone. He must have told his parents, because they didn’t issue a missing persons alert; everything was just very quiet. I went to class, I ate lunch. I looked normal on the outside but inside there was a war going on. Where was he? Was he safe? Did he kill Vicon? Or maybe he was just going to mess him up a little, or scare him by leaving dead rabbits on his bed or something. Yeah … but then I remembered when he said that I was the only person who should have survived that night and fuck, I couldn’t sleep very well or eat very much, I just wanted to know he was okay. All I knew was that Walsh was missing too and there was comfort in the fact that he wasn’t alone.

The females on campus were a ball of nerves as well. The day after Sawyer left it was announced that he’d chosen his future mate and wife early, and would be announcing it this weekend at a special ceremony. I hadn’t really put two and two together and realized that by picking me we had to get married … or his entire family would die.

No fucking pressure.

Basically it was just another Wednesday.

I tapped my foot, finally all healed and sans walking boot, as Sage chewed a fingernail.

“He said a few days. It’s been three,” I whispered.

Sage nodded, leaning into the table. “He’s probably staked out where that asshole lives, where he works, stolen a keycard so he can get into his place of residence without breaking in… It’s a lot of work to covertly assassinate vampire royalty.”

My eyes widened and I blinked at her a few times. “You think he really is going to … kill him?”

Sage scoffed. “Only one hundred and fifty percent.”

Okay, okay … that was … I mean, did I want that raping asshole to live and do this to another girl? No. But killing him … it was dangerous and Sawyer was basically royalty too, so if he got caught…

My voice shook: “Why didn’t he just send a team or something?”

Sage raised an eyebrow. “Sawyer is in love with you, Demi. He’s not going to send a team to enact revenge and fight for your honor, he’ll want to do that himself.” She laid a hand over mine. “Besides, his wolf has probably taken over anyway. All rational thought is gone.”

Oh great.

Fuck.

I’d told Sage that he’d confessed his love for me but not about the curse. I also hadn’t told her that I was some freak split shifter. Now that my cuffs were off again, I wondered if my smell, or whatever attracted the vampires to me in the first place, was sending a beacon that said “kidnap me and drain my blood.”

“Holy shit,” Sage whisper-screamed and pointed to the cafeteria door. Walsh and Sawyer had just walked in, backpacks slung around their shoulders like it was just another school day. Sawyer scanned the tables, and when he saw me he broke into a grin and walked over.

My heart thumped in my throat as he casually sat next to me and pulled a tater tot off my plate, popping it into his mouth.

“Uhhh, hey,” I said.

“Hey.” He smiled like he was happy and he hadn’t been missing for three days.

Sage cleared her throat. “So … did you, uh, do that thing?”

Walsh and Sawyer shared a look, both grinning. “We had a wonderfully productive hunting trip, thank you for asking.”

Hunting trip.

Oh my God … he killed Vicon Drake.

The eight a.m. bell dinged and everyone around us stood. Sawyer leaned into my ear and whispered, “He’s never going to hurt you again, Demi. Or anyone else.” Then pulled back and tucked a few strands of blond hair behind my ear. “I’ll see you tonight?”

All I could do was nod. I guess when an alpha werewolf was in love with you, killing your attacker was a normal thing I would have to get used to.