Jewel of Darkness (6 page)

Volcan once again began walking. His steps were completely silent, which made Jewel’s steps sound like a herd of elephants parading along behind him. They made several turns and she was being diligent to memorize the path they were taking, mentally giving herself markers to recall should she find a way to escape. The irony of looking for a way to escape after having purposefully gotten herself caught didn’t escape her. Finally, they stopped in front of large wooden double doors. The wood looked to be in surprisingly good condition considering she guess that the castle had to be a couple of centuries or more old.

Her captor let go of her hand and pushed the double doors open. He motioned for her to follow him as he stepped into a large, round room. The space was lit by evenly separated torches on the wall. The flames cast a sinister glow in the room making her feel as though she was walking into hell itself. She crossed over the threshold and halfway expected the doors to slam behind her ending with the clicking of a lock. But nothing so dramatic happened.

“What do you think?” Volcan asked as he waved his hand in an arc, inviting her to look at her surroundings.

Jewel turned in a slow circle. She took note of an old bookshelf resting against a stone wall. The books it contained appeared about as ancient as the castle itself. Her gaze slipped to a large round table sitting beside the shelf. There were other books strewn haphazardly across the table. Some books were lying open as though the person who had been reading them had been frantically flipping their pages and then tossing them aside. Volcan cleared his throat and she jerked her eyes away from the table. Jewel continued to turn. Aside from the table and bookshelf, there were a couple of well-worn wooden chairs standing sentinel in front of a stone fireplace on the left side of the room. As she watched, the fireplace suddenly erupted with bright flames. She glanced over at Volcan, who was lowering his outstretched arm.

“That is nothing compared to what I will teach you,” he told her. Then he clapped his hands together and rubbed them eagerly. “Let us begin. Come.” Volcan waved her over.

Jewel walked closer until she was a few feet away from the fae. She hated that there was a small amount of adrenaline running through her veins knowing she was about to learn about magic. She only wished it wasn’t under the current circumstances.

“Every being has a core,” he began. “A normal human’s core contains a soul and nothing else. Supernatural beings are different. Their core contains their soul but also their magic. This magic is like a flame that burns continuously — a pilot light that is constantly waiting to be blown into a blazing inferno. When we draw on our magic, it’s comparable to gasoline being poured on a fire.”

“Can the flame be extinguished?” Jewel asked.

“Yes, because the flame does not burn on its own. I mentioned that magic strengthens when other supernaturals are around. These other beings act much like oxygen being slowly, endlessly fed to the fire. If given in a slow, steady stream of air, the fire doesn’t grow, but the flame is simply maintained.”

“Do all the supernaturals have the same magic inside of them?”

“Hmm.” Volcan appeared deep in thought and slowly shook his head. “All of
our
magic is fundamentally the same” ― he waved both hands in a circle around him, as if indicating a host of invisible supernatural beings ― “fae, werewolves, pixies, vampires, you name it… but there is one supernatural being whose magic is different. These beings are different because they were not born of magic. No, these beings have magic given them directly from the Great Luna. Their power resides in their cores, yes, but it also flows inside their veins; it saturates their cells.”

“Gypsy Healers,” Jewel practically spoke in a whisper.

“Correct,” Volcan confirmed. “Gypsy Healers have power in their blood that no other supernatural being has.”

“What power?” she breathed the question.
Damn her curiosity,
she thought to herself. She kept telling herself she wouldn’t ask more questions, that she would only listen and respond when spoken to. For some reason, her mouth had a mind of its own.

“The power to create.” His voice took on a reverent quality as he spoke. “She can use her blood to literally create other supernatural beings.”

Jewel’s eyes narrowed. “But that’s not what the power is supposed to be used for. The Great Luna didn’t intend for the healers to be creators. She designed us to be shamans for her wolves. She designed
me
to use the magic she infused in me
only
for good. You want to take something good and pure and twist it into evil and use that evil against innocents.” Jewel forced her mouth to close though she had more she could have said on the subject. As it was, she was worried she might have already pushed too hard. To her surprise, Volcan just shrugged. He didn’t seem offended in the least by her accusations.

“I hope you don’t think to appeal to my emotions.” He sounded amused. Jewel had to bite her tongue because it ticked her off that he could be so flippant about hurting others. She supposed as he’d been talking to her ― teaching her ― she’d pushed aside the fact that he was a murderer, traitor, and utterly malevolent. But now those attributes of the high fae came rushing back to the forefront of her mind.

“Let’s get back to the lesson,” Volcan said as though talking to a class of students and not his prisoner. “As I was saying, Gypsy Healers can create. Your blood mixed with my own creates something very different than what your blood could create on its own.”

The fae looked at her, obviously expecting some reaction. Jewel sat silent for several moments, contemplating. “Since a healer wasn’t born with magic in her core, could the flame be extinguished without killing the host?”

Volcan’s sharp eyes snapped to hers. “I do not know and you are not going to find out.”

Touchy, touchy,
she thought. Before Jewel had time to react, Volcan had pulled a knife and slashed a small cut across her forearm. She swallowed down the gasp from the pain and then fought the urge to vomit as the cut brought back the memories of the time she’d been magically bound to an alter while Peri’s evil sister had cut her again and again, all the while drinking her blood. Volcan had just added to her already numerous scars, each a silent reminder of the horror she’d endured.

When she opened her eyes, she saw a stone basin siting on the table where a book had been pushed aside. A small pool of red sat in the bowl and, seeing as there was no cut on Volcan, the blood had to be her own. He handed her a piece of gauze which she pressed over the cut.

Volcan stood muttering under his breath as he held his hands over the basin. Quick as a snake, he slashed his own hand and allowed his blood to mix with hers. Though the blood was mixing in the stone basin, completely away from her, she still felt violated. There was something strangely intimate about the process. Trying to distract herself she asked, “So is the lesson over?”

Volcan said a few more words and then turned to look at her. “No. This is your first practical lesson. You should pay attention. This will be very important to you. You see, the bonds between the canis lupus are, in essence, powerful blood bonds. Hence the need for the whole
you bite me, I bite you,
blood rites ceremony the wolves so cherish. Because the bond is powered by blood, the bond can be broken by dark blood magic. The wielder of the magic must be stronger than the bonded pair and use his own blood in the process.

“But here is the important part for you. There is a difference between breaking the bond of two normal Canis lupus and breaking the bond between a Canis lupus and a gypsy healer. Had you spent more time with your new friends, you would know that a broken bond between two normal wolves can be repaired, with the aid of a gypsy healer no less. Such a blessing you are to your new found friends!”

At this a wicked smile spread across the high fae’s face. His eyes flashed and Jewel shivered as she sensed a predator staring at her.

“But the cross of a gypsy healer, well, it
is
a tough one to bear. Because unlike your furry friends, the bond between a healer and a wolf can be broken… permanently,” he finished in a near whisper.

If Jewel had ever wondered what it would be like to drown while having her heart ripped out at the same time, she had a feeling she now knew. Just as her lungs seized up, cutting off her oxygen, her heart squeezed painfully in her chest. She felt as though someone was reaching into her chest cavity, wrapping their hand around her pounding heart, and squeezing while pulling at the same time. Just when she was sure she would pass out from the pain, there was a final sharp tug and then nothing. She felt absolutely nothing.

Up until that point, she hadn’t been able to feel or communicate with Dalton. But somehow she’d known that he still there. While Volcan had held her under his spell, maintaining the illusion that Dalton was cut off from her, she’d felt him out there, like a candle in the darkness, just out of her reach. But this was no illusion. The candle was gone, snuffed out in an instant. Now, all she could feel was darkness.

Jewel felt the cold stone beneath her knees and that was when she realized she’d fallen to the ground. Her hands clenched into fists so tightly that she felt her fingers leaving impressions in her palms. She slammed them again and again against the stone floor. Tears welled up in her eyes until they overflowed, pouring down her cheeks. Leaning forward, a silent scream welled up in her throat, but there was no air for sound. For a short time, Jewel had experienced a small glimpse of what the characters in her books felt. She’d literally felt Dalton’s emotions for her ― felt his adoration, his respect, his admiration, his passion, and love. She could have had that for a very, very long time, but now it was gone and it would never be hers again. It’s not that her life was horribly unbearable before Dalton, but to have experienced a supernatural bond to a man who was designed just for her and her for him and then lose him was a level of disappointment she’d yet to experience, and one she never wanted to endure again. Jewel had finally felt as though she had a purpose and someone to share it with. But like smoke being blown away from a snuffed out flame, dispersing until it was no longer visible, that future and all that would have come with it was gone.

Chapter 3

“She’s gone. I am alone. There is nothing left.” ~Dalton

A
s if in a trance, seemingly oblivious to the threats all around them, vampire after vampire marched forward to the middle of the room, each carrying a small body, and deposited the lifeless form of a human boy or girl onto an ever growing pile. Once the reality of the scene had set, Dalton had let his wolf take over. The man lost all conscious thought as he phased. He only knew rage. The atrocity of their actions would be the last they would commit. They might have information on his mate’s whereabouts, but even that vital information would not save them. From what little he already knew about his mate, he was sure that she would not want him to let those creatures continue to exist. That had been the first reason he’d unleashed his fury, giving in to the wolf’s need to serve justice for the little ones. Children were to be cherished and the vampires had destroyed them.

The second reason was even more overwhelming. It was so overwhelming that he probably couldn’t have stopped himself from phasing, even if he’d wanted to. Just as Peri removed the barrier and ordered the wolves to attack, Dalton felt an explosion of pressure in his chest. As he lunged, he felt that his abdomen was being torn apart, like raw meat being shredded. The breath was momentarily pulled from his lungs and, as suddenly as it had hit, the pain was gone. She was gone. He knew immediately. There was no mistaking the feeling. There was no connection, no pull, not even the kind he felt toward her before he’d performed the Blood Rites. It was as if Jewel Stone had never been his mate. But she had been; she was his. She was his and he didn’t know if she had been killed or what had been done to destroy their bond so completely. His wolf seethed at the loss and decided that the vampires would pay for more than just the lives of the precious little ones. They would experience a wolf who had nothing to lose.

Teeth met flesh and blood sprayed over his muzzle, coating his fur. There was no clear thought on Dalton’s part; he simply ripped apart anything that got in his way. One after another he tore off limbs, broke necks, and ripped heads from bodies. And with every kill he felt himself let go a little bit more. He had never allowed his beast free reign. It was too dangerous because the darkness inside of him only grew with bloodlust. But without Jewel, it didn’t matter. Nothing mattered. The darkness could swallow him whole for all he cared. After ripping the head off of the female vampire that had been standing with the leader of the coven, Dalton turned slowly, surveying the damage. Blood coated the floor and walls like paint. Body parts were strewn everywhere around the chamber. There wasn’t a single limb left attached to a torso. Movement to his right caught his eye and he turned pulling his lips back from his teeth. A snarl rose in his chest as he stared at the male vampire that had directed the parade of little bodies.
This one should die slowly,
his wolf told him. Dalton agreed.
Perhaps, we can start with the belly. He can still live for a while without his intestines. We will just have to be careful not to sever the spine. Yes,
Dalton thought,
yes this one would suffer greatly.
But he knew that his control was not enough to drag out the monster’s death. Unfortunately, his current prey’s pain would end much too quickly.

The vampire crouched down in a predatory stance; his body poised for attack. Dalton wanted to laugh. This one didn’t have a chance in hell of leaving the death filled room. He circled slowly as the vamp did the same. Deliberately, one step after another while trying to avoid tripping over the slick debris on the ground, they both looked for the precise moment to attack. Dalton growled low, every tooth exposed, while the vampire hissed, his fingers extending into razor sharp claws. As if in response to some audible signal that only they could hear, both of the predators leapt at once.

They met in the center of the chamber in a flurry of fangs and claws. The fight was over as quickly as it had begun. The vampire, who was used to preying upon helpless children, was woefully unprepared to deal with a wolf as power as Dalton. The wolf lunged low, clamping down on the vampires upper thigh. The creature screamed in agony as Dalton lifted his head and slammed the vampire down onto his back. Dalton didn’t even pause as he leapt up onto the monster, pinning him to the ground with his powerful forepaws. He tore into the man’s abdomen and the screams only fueled his hunger. Teeth and claws dug into flesh, over and over again, until the screams were gone and his prey’s body went slack. It was over. Much too quickly, he’d destroyed his foe. Dalton looked up from his latest kill looking for more. His eyes landed on two other wolves and a fae woman. She was powerful. She would be a good fight.

Her eyes met his in a clear challenge.
More blood, more death, until we can’t feel anymore, until we can’t feel anything ― not pain, not pleasure, nothing.
His wolf felt the effect of the missing bond, the effect of their mate being taken so completely away from them. Only in death could such a thing be possible; there was no other explanation.
We will follow her. Alpha will eventually take us down.
Images of carnage, of death and chaos, flowed into the man from the wolf. Yes, Dalton agreed as he stalked towards the female who was locked with his gaze. A deep growl rumbled from the huge white wolf as it stepped forward in front of the fae.
Mates,
his wolf snarled, being reminded of what they no longer had. That was all it took. He lunged, teeth bared, ready to sink them into her neck.

Dalton knew the moment his life was forfeited as he laid in his human form crushed beneath two seething males.

“He bit me! First I had to watch those sick blood suckers flaunt the bodies of little children they’d killed, then I didn’t even get to kill any of the sick blood suckers because he killed them all, and then I was bitten by the same damn wolf that took away my kills.” Perizada practically roared. “He’s dead. He’s worse than dead. Get out of the way, Lucian. Dillon, stay there and die with him if you want; frankly, I don’t give a damn.”

“Perizada,” Lucian’s deep voice rumbled.

“Do not Perizada me,” she snapped at her mate. “That damn wolf lost his shit and attacked me. We all know what that means. He’s feral. He will continue to kill until he’s destroyed.”

“Think about what that means, love,” Lucian said with the patience of a saint. “He is a male that has completed the Blood Rites. If she was dead, then he should be too. Maybe we need to get a little more information on what’s going on before executing a pack mate.”

“Just so you know, I hate it when you are rational and calm.”

“Would you rather I rant and rave?” Lucian asked without any humor in his voice.

“No! That’s my job. It’s your job to be rational and calm so I can have one more thing to be pissed off about. Now, let him up so we can get our answers.”

“We’re going to release you. Do not attack.” Dillon’s voice wrapped around him as the Alpha command took over through the pack magic.

Dalton nodded. They let him go and he slowly sat up. A pair of sweats landed at his feet. He snatched them up, realizing that his Alpha and Lucian were already slipping into their own clothes. He got them on and was reseated in less than a minute. His hands shook and his head pounded as he attempted to keep his wolf in check.

“What happened, Dalton?” Dillon asked as he sat down across from him. His legs were bent in front of him with his forearms resting on his knees. His posture was casual, but he was watching Dalton intently, like a hawk sitting on a limb watching a scurrying mouse.

“My mate is dead.” The words tasted like sandpaper in his mouth. They were four words that he never imagined he would ever have to say.

“I call B.S.,” Peri bit out. “The bond being broken keeps you from knowing if she’s dead. Obviously, if the bond were intact, you’d be dead too and I wouldn’t have to worry about getting my hands dirty with your murder. News flash, flea motel, you aren’t dead. With the bond broken, how can you possibly know that she’s dead?”

Dalton raised his head and looked up at the high fae, who stood with her hands crossed in front of her. Normally, he would have let her insults slide, but he didn’t care if she killed him. “I know it might be hard for your inflated ego to imagine, but perhaps, Perizada of the fae, you do not know everything. She was
my
mate. The bond was between
us
. And I felt the absence of it for the past day and a half. But I knew she was still there. I could sense her out there somewhere. But what I feel now is more absolute. The bond isn’t just gone. It’s not like the Blood Rites’ magic has been severed. If that were the case, then the pull between us would still be there. But now there is nothing. My mind knows that she was once mine, but my emotions tell me that there is nothing between us. There’s ― no ache, no desire ― nothing telling me that she’s my other half, not anymore. What could cause that, other than her death? You have an answer for everything, so what’s your answer to that, female?” She didn’t answer, just stood there looking at him like he’d just explained the theory behind quantum physics. “Finally, the all-knowing high fae has been struck dumb.”

“Careful, Beta,” Lucian warned.

When Peri finally spoke she began to pace back and forth in front of them. “What does your wolf feel?”

When Dalton didn’t answer, she stopped in front of him and met his eyes. Her power pulsed in the air causing it to hum with electricity. Then she did something he’d never even knew was possible.

“Speak, wolf!”

She summoned his wolf.

“Perizada,” Dillon growled.

Dalton knew why his Alpha was enraged. This fae, someone who was not his Alpha, not his mate, not even his species, held the ability to call forth his beast. He couldn’t fight the command. It was given as sure as if she was his own Alpha. He felt his wolf take over and the man could only watch.
I am as bothered by this as you,
he sensed from his wolf. Then the wolf gazed out from the eyes of the human.

“What am I to speak, female?” Dalton’s wolf watched her carefully. He had known she was powerful, but this, this was dangerous.

“How do you feel about the bond being broken between you and Jewel?”

“Little Dove,” he rumbled affectionately. “She is mine.”

“So you don’t think she’s dead?”

He growled. “I do not know. My human initially felt nothing for her. But he is remembering that it’s her, not the bond, that caused his love. We aren’t connected, but that changes nothing. She is mine. I will find her, even if all I find is her body. I will kill anyone who gets in my way.”

P
eri stood staring at the beast that had not only bitten her but was now basically letting her and the other two males know that he wasn’t about to submit. She had no doubt that Dalton’s wolf would indeed kill anyone who attempted to keep him from searching for his mate, which would quite certainly lead to his own death ― if not by Dillon’s hand, then by Lucian’s.
Damn stubborn wolves,
Peri thought to herself. But as she continued to stare at him, she looked past the determination in the wolf’s eyes and saw the pain. He was hurting. Peri didn’t know why it hit her so hard, but like a punch to the chest, the anguish in the beast’s eyes crashed into her.

Dalton had said that Jewel was dead. He felt no pull towards her and she had to admit that it was a pretty convincing argument in favor of her life being indeed snuffed out. But that just wasn’t acceptable to Peri. Healers did not die on her watch. It was something she could not abide, and that wasn’t about to change now just because Volcan, and his crazy-ass self, had stepped into the picture.

Peri turned and looked at her mate who had already started to walk towards her. “I’ll just be a minute.” She flashed just as he lunged for her. Lucian would be pissed at her for leaving him, but she didn’t have time to argue with him. She’d just have to give him an extra long belly scratch later.

“As much as my wolf loves a good belly scratch, he loves knowing your safe even more. When are you going to stop acting as though you aren’t mated?”
Lucian’s voice was as patient as ever, but Peri knew he was truly upset with her.

“I was single for thousands of years, wolf. You can’t expect me to suddenly just become Suzy homemaker.”

“You know that is not what I am asking of you. I do not wish to change you. I simply want you to allow me to be by your side. You don’t have to do any of this alone, not anymore.”

Peri appeared in the living room of her home and stood there pinching the bridge of her nose. She seemed to be doing that human-like behavior more and more. She understood what Lucian was asking and it was something she wanted as well. She just didn’t know how to keep from acting without stopping to think about someone else.

“Do what you need to do, Perizada. I’m not going anywhere and I realize that we have more important things to handle right now. I’m just asking you to attempt to see things from my perspective.”

He slipped from her mind, leaving her alone.

“Not alone, love. Never alone. Just giving you space.”

Peri’s heart clenched painfully in her chest as the love she felt for her wolf threatened to choke her. What she did to deserve a man so patient and loving she didn’t know, but she was unbelievably grateful that the Great Luna had seen fit to put them together. She knew Lucian was right. She needed to make more of an effort to act as a team and less as a lone ranger.