can find a cure for the virus.”
Lucius actually looked surprised. “A cure? Are you serious?”
“He’s working on it as we speak,” Val confirmed.
After a brief pause, Lucius laughed. “Well, thanks for telling me.
Yet another reason to kill your little human.”
The statement shocked Trent beyond words. “Surely you understand,” Lucius continued. “Our entire society is built upon the basis of fighting against the ferals. If the ferals were gone, everything would crumble.”
“I can’t believe this,” Val gasped out. “You love your bureaucracy so much that you’d be willing to go against the same laws you claim to keep?”
“You have no right to judge me,” Lucius spat. “At any rate, I didn’t come here for this. I wanted to notify you your mate has been deemed a peril for the existence of our race. I’ve already sent hunters after him. They are instructed to use all methods at their disposal to eliminate this threat. So don’t even think of escaping. Even if you’d manage to get out now, you’d never reach him in time.”
Trent felt like he was choking. For whatever reason, he knew the other man didn’t lie to them. The brutal honesty tore through him. He could smell it, taste it in his mouth. “But you will be allowed to claim your bond,” Lucius continued. “So stop thinking about the human.
You are lucky to have found each other. The rest doesn’t matter.”
With that, Lucius turned on his heel and stalked off. “This isn’t possible,” Val whispered. “The Magistrate wouldn’t decree such a monstrosity. He wouldn’t have decided a hunt so soon.”
Trent nodded, feeling dazed. “Your father is insane.”
Lucius’s words rang out in his head, cruel and heartless. Eliminate the threat. Eliminate Drew. No. Trent could not allow it. Trent screamed, and his desperate shout turned into a howl as he shifted on the spot. He attacked the door, scratching with his claws, ignoring the burn of the silver. At the other side, Val did the same, their anger and terror giving them the strength to cast aside all weakness.
But no matter how much they tried, the door wouldn’t give. Over and over, Trent lunged at it, to no avail. Exhausted, he collapsed on the floor, clinging to his mate’s image. This morning, Drew had smiled at him before Trent boarded the helicopter. “Come back soon,”
he’d said. They’d shared a sweet kiss, and Trent had replied, “I will, and I’ll bring our errant mate along.”
It would seem he wouldn’t be able to keep his promise. His only hope lay with his parents. Perhaps they could protect Drew from Lucius’s forces. Only that trust, and Val’s presence, kept him from losing it right then and there.
Out of the blue, Trent felt another presence. For an instant, he almost thought Lucius had returned to taunt them. But then, a familiar scent reached his nostrils. Silver wolves never forgot such things, and he’d smelled this particular person recently. He’d followed this trail into Tennington. Jaws.
Trent turned into his human form and looked out into the corridor through the bars. He’d thought he’d killed the little bastard.
Apparently not. But what could Jaws be doing here? Trent couldn’t be sure as to their exact location, but his best guess would be one of Lucius D’Averam’s many homes. It wasn’t a good place for a feral to be.
To further increase his dismay, Trent realized something had changed about the man. At first, he could just scent it, but when Jaws emerged from the shadows, he saw it, too. The feral madness seemed to have receded somewhat, the corruption still present, but distant, as if held back by an invisible barrier.
Jaws made his way toward them, and to Trent’s shock, retrieved a key. “Hurry,” he said as he inserted the key in the lock of Trent’s door. “There isn’t much time.”
At first, Trent thought Jaws must have some trick up his sleeve.
But the feral just opened his cell, then did the same
Lucius actually looked surprised. “A cure? Are you serious?”
“He’s working on it as we speak,” Val confirmed.
After a brief pause, Lucius laughed. “Well, thanks for telling me.
Yet another reason to kill your little human.”
The statement shocked Trent beyond words. “Surely you understand,” Lucius continued. “Our entire society is built upon the basis of fighting against the ferals. If the ferals were gone, everything would crumble.”
“I can’t believe this,” Val gasped out. “You love your bureaucracy so much that you’d be willing to go against the same laws you claim to keep?”
“You have no right to judge me,” Lucius spat. “At any rate, I didn’t come here for this. I wanted to notify you your mate has been deemed a peril for the existence of our race. I’ve already sent hunters after him. They are instructed to use all methods at their disposal to eliminate this threat. So don’t even think of escaping. Even if you’d manage to get out now, you’d never reach him in time.”
Trent felt like he was choking. For whatever reason, he knew the other man didn’t lie to them. The brutal honesty tore through him. He could smell it, taste it in his mouth. “But you will be allowed to claim your bond,” Lucius continued. “So stop thinking about the human.
You are lucky to have found each other. The rest doesn’t matter.”
With that, Lucius turned on his heel and stalked off. “This isn’t possible,” Val whispered. “The Magistrate wouldn’t decree such a monstrosity. He wouldn’t have decided a hunt so soon.”
Trent nodded, feeling dazed. “Your father is insane.”
Lucius’s words rang out in his head, cruel and heartless. Eliminate the threat. Eliminate Drew. No. Trent could not allow it. Trent screamed, and his desperate shout turned into a howl as he shifted on the spot. He attacked the door, scratching with his claws, ignoring the burn of the silver. At the other side, Val did the same, their anger and terror giving them the strength to cast aside all weakness.
But no matter how much they tried, the door wouldn’t give. Over and over, Trent lunged at it, to no avail. Exhausted, he collapsed on the floor, clinging to his mate’s image. This morning, Drew had smiled at him before Trent boarded the helicopter. “Come back soon,”
he’d said. They’d shared a sweet kiss, and Trent had replied, “I will, and I’ll bring our errant mate along.”
It would seem he wouldn’t be able to keep his promise. His only hope lay with his parents. Perhaps they could protect Drew from Lucius’s forces. Only that trust, and Val’s presence, kept him from losing it right then and there.
Out of the blue, Trent felt another presence. For an instant, he almost thought Lucius had returned to taunt them. But then, a familiar scent reached his nostrils. Silver wolves never forgot such things, and he’d smelled this particular person recently. He’d followed this trail into Tennington. Jaws.
Trent turned into his human form and looked out into the corridor through the bars. He’d thought he’d killed the little bastard.
Apparently not. But what could Jaws be doing here? Trent couldn’t be sure as to their exact location, but his best guess would be one of Lucius D’Averam’s many homes. It wasn’t a good place for a feral to be.
To further increase his dismay, Trent realized something had changed about the man. At first, he could just scent it, but when Jaws emerged from the shadows, he saw it, too. The feral madness seemed to have receded somewhat, the corruption still present, but distant, as if held back by an invisible barrier.
Jaws made his way toward them, and to Trent’s shock, retrieved a key. “Hurry,” he said as he inserted the key in the lock of Trent’s door. “There isn’t much time.”
At first, Trent thought Jaws must have some trick up his sleeve.
But the feral just opened his cell, then did the same
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