Cry Wolf (Alpha & Omega #1)(77)

"She loved you," he agreed. "Once. Now she is no more. She cannot love anyone."

Looking out of the corner of his eye at the faint paw prints that were set into the snow so close to Asil's hip, Bran wasn't so sure.

"You were always stupid," the witch said. "You made her send me away. She would have kept me home where I belonged."

"You were a witch, and you had no control of your powers, " Asil said. "You needed to be trained."

"You didn't send me to be trained," she shouted, tears glistening in her eyes as she jerked her arm free and backed away. "You sent me to prison. And you knew. I read the letters you wrote to her. You knew what kind of training that witch provided. Linnea wasn't a teacher, she was a prison guard."

Asil looked down at the witch, blank-faced. "It was send you to Linnea or kill you. Linnea had a reputation for rehabilitation. "

"Rehabilitation? I did nothing wrong!" She stamped her foot as if she were still a child rather than a witch fully a hundred years older than she should have ever been.

"Nothing?" Asil's tone was cool. "You tried to poison Sarai, twice. Villagers inexplicably lost pets. And you tried to pretend you were Sarai and came to my bed. I think Sarai would have forgiven you everything except that."

The witch screamed, a wordless, almost inhuman scream of rage-and in the distance there was an explosion.

The witch froze in her tracks, then bowed her head, grabbing her temples. Bran felt her control loosen. In that moment he attacked. Not physically. She still had control of his body.

He used the bonds as she had, throwing his rage through the link to Asil and to Sarai and beyond. If he'd had five minutes, or maybe even three, he'd have broken free. He did something to the link she held to Sarai, but it wasn't enough.

The witch recovered too soon-but he cost her. She pushed him out of the link and spelled the bindings to prevent him doing it again. When it was over he was still her wolf-but she had blood trickling out of her nose.

"You told me this was a lesser wolf," she spat, and if she hadn't been so hurt, Bran thought she might have killed Asil then and there. "And I believed you-just as I believed you were sending me away for my own good. I should know better. He is smarter than that. When you failed, you and that other wolf-Bran would send only the best. You lie and lie as if it were the truth."

"You don't want to believe me," Asil said. "But you can taste truth-your link to Sarai is strong enough. You were a danger to yourself and us. We did it for your own good. It was that or kill you."

She flicked a trembling finger at him. "Shut up."

Asil's face lost its cool composure, and he grimaced. As he continued, his voice was breathless with pain. "What you have done is an abomination. This thing you have turned Sarai into doesn't love you, she serves as a slave serves, without the ability to choose, just as I do. Bran is more than you can handle. He will kill you-and it is your own fault."

"I won't die," she shouted at him. "I didn't die when Linnea tried to kill me-she didn't know how powerful I was or how much my mother had taught me. I killed her and her pet students and studied the books she left behind-for months I wrote to you and signed the letters from her while I studied. But I knew that I would die without protection. Even my mother died. So I took Sarai as my guardian, and she gave me her long life so that she would never live without me. You can't do that to someone against her nature. You can't. She had to love me for it to work."

Not true for the guardian spell, thought Bran, but perhaps for the binding that allowed Asil's witch to share in a werewolf's immortality. Maybe that was why his mother had used him, rather than the pet she used to Change him and Samuel.

"Did you love her?" Asil asked.

"Of course I loved her!"

He grimaced, and whispered, "I would have given my life for hers-and you stole it for yours. You don't know what love is."

Suddenly she was calm. With a queenly lift of her chin, she said, "I'll live longer than you. Come along, I have business to attend to." She looked down at Bran. "You, too, Colin Taggart. We have things to attend to."

He sent a question to Asil, not knowing if the witch's magic would allow it. How important is it that she not know who I am? His mother had made certain that the only one he could talk to mind to mind was her. But this witch was not of his mother's family, so it should work.

The witch reached out an imperialistic hand, and Asil gave her his arm. "Now, how long do you suppose it will be before Bran comes himself-and how many wolves will he bring with him?"

Asil glanced back at Bran, and as soon as the witch couldn't see his face, he shot his eyes up to the sky answering Bran's question. It was very important that she not know who he was.

"Soon," Asil told the witch. "And I don't think that he'd bring any wolves at all. Once you take him, you'll have all of his pack."

That last sentence had been meant for him. Well, then, he'd protected his pack as best he could for now.

"Good," the witch said. "Let's go deal with his son and that interfering bitch, shall we? Maybe I'll prepare a present of him for Bran-a welcoming gift. What do you think he'd like best? A wolf pelt or human skin. The pelt is soft and warm, but human skin is so much more horrifying-and more useful afterward. Take me to Charles."