Blood at Stake (Warriors of the Krieger Book 2) by Theresa Hissong Page B
Authors: Theresa Hissong
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my vision blurred and I saw them coming for me. Three men
in camouflaged clothing, dark paint on their faces, and black caps
on their heads raced forward as my body collapsed onto the pavement
below me.
Chapter 14
Ashby
Four recruits piled into the back of the Krieger SUV as we were ready to head back to Port Royal.
Dragus was satisfied with the new men. Each of them were at
different levels in their training.
Zin, a tall, bulky warrior with a Native
American background, was soft spoken and didn’t talk much other
than when he was asked a direct question. He was the newest of the
recruits and would be starting his first training session next
week.
Dante honestly worried me. My senses picked
up that he was dangerous, but I had to trust him being as he was a
fully trained Krieger and would be heading up the new
classes at the estate in Port Royal. Something about him made me
uneasy. His dark brown eyes and even darker hair left his
expression unreadable. The male was almost as large as Dragus and
that was saying something.
Kale was a blonde warrior with too many
muscles. He had just graduated, and along with Dante, he would be
an instructor here in Port Royal. From the slight uplift to the
corner of his lip, I assumed he felt more at home by playing pranks
on his fellow warriors. Dragus would most likely kick his ass
before the end of next week. He had a playful British accent, and I
noticed how the women servants drifted in his direction. His hair
was the same blonde color as my own, but long enough that he kept
it tied at the nape of his neck, and his eyes were such a dark
blue, they almost looked black.
Lastly, Harlow. This male was just as
scarred as Rowland, but his demeanor was totally different. The
servants avoided him, and the women scurried away when he was near.
Harlow’s dark green eyes looked unearthly. Long brown hair was
pulled up in the same manner as Dante wore his, and the gnarled,
puckered skin of his neck was exposed. It looked as though he’d
been mangled by a beast in his human life. He was already marked as
a Krieger and had been handpicked by Dragus to be attached
to our station in Port Royal.
“Alright, men,” I announced, but fumbled for
words as I rubbed at my heart. “It’s time to…time to head out. Load
your…things.” My voice faltered, and my left knee buckled from the
pain radiating through my chest.
“Ashby,” Dragus growled, as he lurched
forward to catch me before I fell, righting me back on my feet.
“What is it, Krieger ?”
I felt pain, in my legs and arms. My
neck…and my chest !
Lydia was calling out to me through our
bond. She was…hurt. Hurting! Pain…Help me! Ashby…please! I need
you….find me! Help!
“Alydian!” I gasped, clutching my chest, my
knees finally giving out as I slumped to the ground. Warriors
readied for battle around me, but I couldn’t breathe or even speak,
feeling my mate in danger. Knives and guns were produced. The
others made a protective circle around my body. I lunged forward,
knocking two of them out of my way.
“Grab him!” I heard Dragus order. “In the
vehicle! His mate is in danger.”
The recruits sprang into action, two of them
grabbing me under my arms and forcing me inside the vehicle. My
eyes bled red, my fangs elongated, and I had death in my mind’s
eye. Someone had hurt her.
That someone was going to die.
“She’s not at Nights ?” Dragus
asked.
“Just drive,” I growled, venom on my tongue.
A shot of pain in the crease of my arm caused my body to convulse
in my seat. I heard her screaming in my head. “They’re hurting her!”
“Where?” Dragus demanded. His phone was to
his ear as he barked orders to the others back in town. We were
thirty minutes away from Port Royal and three hours away from
dawn.
“Outside of the town limits,” I said, trying
to feel the pull of my mate. “Shepherd’s Forest to the west…hurry.
She’s…she’s dying!”
As Dragus relayed my message, I closed
in camouflaged clothing, dark paint on their faces, and black caps
on their heads raced forward as my body collapsed onto the pavement
below me.
Chapter 14
Ashby
Four recruits piled into the back of the Krieger SUV as we were ready to head back to Port Royal.
Dragus was satisfied with the new men. Each of them were at
different levels in their training.
Zin, a tall, bulky warrior with a Native
American background, was soft spoken and didn’t talk much other
than when he was asked a direct question. He was the newest of the
recruits and would be starting his first training session next
week.
Dante honestly worried me. My senses picked
up that he was dangerous, but I had to trust him being as he was a
fully trained Krieger and would be heading up the new
classes at the estate in Port Royal. Something about him made me
uneasy. His dark brown eyes and even darker hair left his
expression unreadable. The male was almost as large as Dragus and
that was saying something.
Kale was a blonde warrior with too many
muscles. He had just graduated, and along with Dante, he would be
an instructor here in Port Royal. From the slight uplift to the
corner of his lip, I assumed he felt more at home by playing pranks
on his fellow warriors. Dragus would most likely kick his ass
before the end of next week. He had a playful British accent, and I
noticed how the women servants drifted in his direction. His hair
was the same blonde color as my own, but long enough that he kept
it tied at the nape of his neck, and his eyes were such a dark
blue, they almost looked black.
Lastly, Harlow. This male was just as
scarred as Rowland, but his demeanor was totally different. The
servants avoided him, and the women scurried away when he was near.
Harlow’s dark green eyes looked unearthly. Long brown hair was
pulled up in the same manner as Dante wore his, and the gnarled,
puckered skin of his neck was exposed. It looked as though he’d
been mangled by a beast in his human life. He was already marked as
a Krieger and had been handpicked by Dragus to be attached
to our station in Port Royal.
“Alright, men,” I announced, but fumbled for
words as I rubbed at my heart. “It’s time to…time to head out. Load
your…things.” My voice faltered, and my left knee buckled from the
pain radiating through my chest.
“Ashby,” Dragus growled, as he lurched
forward to catch me before I fell, righting me back on my feet.
“What is it, Krieger ?”
I felt pain, in my legs and arms. My
neck…and my chest !
Lydia was calling out to me through our
bond. She was…hurt. Hurting! Pain…Help me! Ashby…please! I need
you….find me! Help!
“Alydian!” I gasped, clutching my chest, my
knees finally giving out as I slumped to the ground. Warriors
readied for battle around me, but I couldn’t breathe or even speak,
feeling my mate in danger. Knives and guns were produced. The
others made a protective circle around my body. I lunged forward,
knocking two of them out of my way.
“Grab him!” I heard Dragus order. “In the
vehicle! His mate is in danger.”
The recruits sprang into action, two of them
grabbing me under my arms and forcing me inside the vehicle. My
eyes bled red, my fangs elongated, and I had death in my mind’s
eye. Someone had hurt her.
That someone was going to die.
“She’s not at Nights ?” Dragus
asked.
“Just drive,” I growled, venom on my tongue.
A shot of pain in the crease of my arm caused my body to convulse
in my seat. I heard her screaming in my head. “They’re hurting her!”
“Where?” Dragus demanded. His phone was to
his ear as he barked orders to the others back in town. We were
thirty minutes away from Port Royal and three hours away from
dawn.
“Outside of the town limits,” I said, trying
to feel the pull of my mate. “Shepherd’s Forest to the west…hurry.
She’s…she’s dying!”
As Dragus relayed my message, I closed