Den of Sorrows (17 page)

T
hey spent the rest of the daylight hours hitting three more covens after the Oklahoma City stop. Each time they rotated which group went down to fight. By the time the sun was finally setting, Jen was dead on her feet.

"You okay?" Decebel asked as he wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her close. They were standing in an empty warehouse, which made her feel like they were either about to do a drug deal or witness one of those underground cage fights.

"Just tired, and I want to see Thia. Do you think Peri would flash us home so that we could at least be the ones to put her to bed?"

Decebel nodded. "I'm pretty sure she would do anything for you three girls."

Peri appeared in the middle of the group suddenly, causing Cypher to stumble back or be pressed up against the fae. Peri didn't seem fazed in the least.

"We can go back to one of the pack mansions but we have to stay together. We aren't going to be hopping back and forth between them. We need to leave at first light again so it just makes sense to all be in the same location," she told them.

Jen raised her hand.

Peri’s brow rose as she looked at her. "Since when do you raise your hand to speak?"

"I'm turning over a new leaf, shut-up," Jen quipped back. "I would like to ask the group if everyone would be willing to stay at the Serbia mansion so that we could be with Thia?"

Everyone nodded or grumbled their consent. They were all just as tired as she was.

"Thanks," she said with a genuine smile because she really did appreciate it.

Decebel gave her a gentle squeeze. "Thank you," he whispered against her ear.

She looked back at him. "For what?"

"For being the mother of my child, and an amazing one at that."

Decebel didn't pass out praise like Halloween candy, so when he did praise her she knew it was authentic.

She patted the arm wrapped around her waist. "Welcome, babe." Jen turned back around just in time to see Peri and the other fae readying to take them home.

Chapter 10

"When I close my eyes, all I see is blood—blood on my hands, in my mouth, covering my clothes, and splashed about on the walls. The vampire bodies litter the floor around me, but it isn't enough. It doesn't satisfy the darkness in me. I need more—more death, more violence, more chaos. I know what I really need, what my soul and my wolf are crying out for. Mate. I need my true mate. Until I have her, I will not be okay." ~Drake

B
ethany's eyes opened slowly and she had to blink several times for them to clear before she was able to focus. When she was finally able to see, she looked straight up at the dirt ceiling of the maze. She couldn't have been unconscious long if she was still there. Bethany felt something shifting down by her feet and she froze. It wasn’t until she finally gained the courage to sit up, slowly, and peer down at the two massive beasts that were sleeping peacefully at her feet that she realized two things: she could see in the dark relatively well and the beasts weren't eating her. Why weren't they eating her? Not that she was complaining.

She searched her brain for anything that could have happened while she'd been down there that might have caused the beasts to suddenly give up their killing ways. She'd been running through the maze when she realized there were two beasts chasing her. Then she'd decided that there was no point in trying to outrun them. Okay, why the hell wasn't she dead?

Words suddenly filled her mind, and she knew she'd heard them before.
“I am sorry, my child, but it is not yet your time. There is much for you to do in this life and many people who will love you. You must endure a little longer.”

Who had the power to decide when it was her time to die? God? But the voice had been female. Bethany remembered the peace she'd felt when the voice had spoken to her. Whoever she was, she'd told her that she had much to do in this life, if you could call her existence a
life
. What on earth could she possible have to do? Lead a rebellion against the vamps? That nearly made her laugh. Then the last statement hit her. She had to endure a little longer. She didn't want to endure. She was tired of being bitten and sucked on like a juice box. She was sick of being belittled and chastised for things like breathing the wrong air.

Bethany pulled her legs toward her and crossed them in front of her. She had only sat there a few minutes, staring at the sleeping wolf like beings, when she heard the telltale sound of the metal door to the maze being pulled open.

"Come out, slave. Your time is done."

"Guess this is when the enduring a little longer starts," she muttered to herself. Bethany pushed herself up to her feet. Her backside was sore from the tumble she'd taken when she'd thought the beasts were attacking her. She pressed close to the side of the wall, trying not to wake the animals as she inched past them.

Once she was back in her cell, the familiar chain wrapped around her ankle, attaching her to the wall. She sank down to the ground and closed her eyes. She desperately wanted to know who it was that had spoken to her. Perhaps, her mind had finally cracked. Maybe she just couldn't take anymore and so it had splintered, altering her reality. It sounded plausible, just as plausible as the existence of vampires. She didn't feel like she was crazy. But, really, did crazy people know that they were crazy?

Bethany groaned at her ridiculous internal argument. What did it matter if she was crazy? She was the blood slave of a creature that humans believed only existed in books. Sanity was really of little importance at this point. Exhaustion settled over her and she gave up trying to reason things out. She let sleep take her. She hoped for good dreams, because it was only during sleep that she was able to find some semblance of peace.

"He's coming,"
the female voice she'd heard before whispered into her mind while she slept. Bethany found herself standing in a beautiful meadow. The sun was shining brightly in the sky but she wasn't hot, which she found strange. It was a dream, dork, she thought. How she was conscious of the fact that it was a dream wasn't something she was going to examine at this point.

"Darkness clouds his sight and surrounds his soul. He comes to you for light,”
the voice spoke again.

"Who are you?"
Bethany asked as she looked around the meadow for any signs of life other than the plants.

"For now, just know that I am watching over you. You have faced such difficult trials and endured such evil, and though I have not delivered you from it, I am with you."

"Why won't you save me?"
she asked as she felt the tears begin to build.
"Why did this happen to me?"

"There will be others who will need your help and guidance. They will trust you because you understand. They will heal because you have been where they've been. Soon you will no longer be suffering. He is coming for you. Do not fear him."

"Who is he? Why's he coming for me? Why would I fear him?"
The questions poured from her quickly, afraid that the entity, whatever she was, would leave.

"He is yours. He is coming for you because he will always come for you. The darkness is great inside of him. You've already become very acquainted with the darkness, and seeing it in him might frighten you. He is the one person you never have to fear. I created him for you and you for him. Together you will heal one another."

Bethany didn't know what to say to that. It sounded like a very intense relationship and she had no clue what that would even begin to look like, considering she'd never even had a boyfriend. The dream slowly faded away into a restful, dreamless sleep.

D
rake looked at the door from where he sat on the couch in his room. He’d not been expecting any visitors at this late hour.

"It's unlocked," he said, knowing whoever was on the other side would hear him clearly.

His Alpha walked in and closed the door quietly behind him. Drake took in the grim look on Decebel’s face and knew that he wasn't there to talk about mission strategy. He was there to deal with Drake’s wolf.

"How are you doing?" Decebel asked him as he walked over and took the empty seat to the left of the couch. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees.

Drake wasn't one for lying, so he told his Alpha straightforward, "I'm tired."

"You've been fighting a long time," Decebel offered. "You are allowed to be tired."

Drake knew he didn't just mean fighting physical battles, though, of those, he’d seen plenty. Decebel also meant he'd been fighting the darkness that all of the males of their kind lived with until they found their true mate.

"Can you handle this, Drake—all the killing, blood, and the adrenaline rush from those kills? Is it going to push your wolf over the edge?"

He leaned forward, mimicking the pose of the other wolf. "I'm not feral. My wolf can last a little longer," Drake told him. He watched his Alpha’s eyes for any indication of Decebel’s thoughts. Ultimately it was up to his Alpha as to whether Drake would continue with the others. Drake had not mentioned to Decebel that lately he’d been feeling a call to be included in this mission—that there was something pulling him to the US. He and Decebel hadn't been pack mates long, but Drake respected him and even liked him and trusted him. So why didn’t he just tell his Alpha?

"Then, perhaps, I should ask you whether you want to be in on this mission?"

Perceptive Alpha, Drake thought dryly. "I need to be in on this mission, Decebel." Drake met his Alpha’s eye for a count of three before averting his gaze. "Something is calling to me."

Decebel stared at him for several minutes, just watching him. Drake didn't fidget under the stare. There was no reason to fidget. He knew his place and was comfortable in it. Decebel was more dominant, not by a lot—but by enough. Drake and his wolf were fine with that.

"You will let me know if it becomes too much." It wasn't a question.

"I will," he agreed.

Decebel bid him goodnight and Drake was once again alone with his thoughts. He leaned back and rested his head on the back of the couch. His eyes closed and he let out a long breath. He was tired of being alone.
Mate,
his wolf rumbled inside of him. Yes, the wolf inside wanted their mate just as badly as the man. Just imagining her, there with them on the couch, wrapped in his arms, chased away a tiny bit of the coldness beginning to claim him. To feel her touch and breathe in her scent as it wrapped around him would be heaven. Drake drifted off to sleep with those thoughts dancing in his mind and he prayed to the Great Luna that his time was coming—that he, like the others who'd found their true mates, would finally be at peace.

"Please," the word was a muttered whisper as he slipped deeper into sleep.

C
ostin pulled his mate tighter against him as they lay in their bed. They were both beyond exhausted. Sally had been dead on her feet and he'd had to help her shower and dress for bed, not that he was in any way complaining, but he did worry about how worn out she was. His own fatigue was something that he hadn't felt in quite a while.

Though he was tired from the physicality of the day, his mate was tired from the mental strain. She'd found that at some of the larger covens, where there'd been more death, she hadn’t even needed to go into the sewers to feel the residual emotions. If she stood too close to the manholes that led to the underground, the cries of those children who’d departed assaulted her senses. The times that Costin’s group wasn’t fighting, he'd kept her wrapped in his arms using the bond to help block some of the strain. He wished he could take it all, could erase the feelings from her memory, but he couldn't. All he could do was be there for her in any capacity that she needed.

Costin slipped into her mind, wanting to see if her dreams were peaceful. He didn't want her to have a fitful night, knowing that she desperately needed rest. Her sleep was dreamless and for that he was thankful.

He buried his face in her neck, loving the way her hair tickled his face. After several deep breaths he finally succumbed to sleep and immediately fell into a dream. He was kneeling and the warmth and power of his Creator flowed over him.

"
Peace, child of mine
," she spoke gently and Costin felt every muscle in his body relax.

"
It is an honor, Luna
," he said, keeping his eyes on the ground.

"You
have been through much and yet there is so much more to come.
"

Costin wanted to ask what was to come but waited for her to continue instead.

"
You and Sally will be used in a great way. Joy is coming for you, yet it will be lined with sorrow.”

For several long moments, Costin held his breath and neither spoke.

“
You have questions
," she finally said.

Costin’s head remained bowed as he spoke. "
This evil that we are battling is more extensive than anything we've fought before. Even when the witches had grown too powerful, they didn't have these kind of numbers. How can we defeat this? How do we repeatedly run into evil and remain untouched?
"