Blood Oath (#3, Mystic Wolves) by Belinda Boring Page A

there
nevertheless.
    I watched the bantering back and forth,
trivial comments and my head began to pound a little. I felt Devlin
rest his hand on my knee, the offer of strength, and I took another
breath.
    Mason’s anger was rising, and Avery was
laughing. It seemed the vampire had tried to use compulsion, and I
watched as Daniel shook his head as if trying to dislodge
something. Mason grabbed hold of Daniel, moving to leave, and I
could sense his wolf ready to take charge.
    “Avery tried to use compulsion and Mason is
furious. I think the meeting’s over,” I whispered. “And the tension
I feel, I’m not sure whether it’s mine or his. Something’s not
right, but I don’t know what it means.” I could feel myself
starting to panic.
    Instead of fluid motion, the images I was
receiving now were more like snap shots. Mason wasn’t showing it
all, but what I was able to see and feel, terrified me. Everything
seemed to come at me quickly—anger, an attack on Avery, a struggle,
Daniel disappearing, Mason having the upper hand and moving in for
the kill, a blast of confusion, and then suddenly— nothing. My mind
went black, our connection broken.
    I screamed, frantic to get it back, and I
couldn’t help but blame myself for it not working. I wrestled with
my mind, trying to reconnect again. All I found was emptiness.
    I propelled myself off the bed toward my
dresser, grabbing my cell phone. I had no idea what happened, but
one thing I did know—Mason was in trouble. I quickly dialed his
number, hoping he would pick up. The more it rang, the more
impatient I got. I needed to reach him, and heaven help the person
who tried to stop me.
    Hands took firm grip of me, and I ended the
call as I whirled around to confront Devlin.
    “Let me go. Now.” I was not in the mood to be
trifled with and I tried to break free of his grasp. He was
immovable, and without thinking, I raised my knee to force him to
let go.
    He easily deflected it. I fought against him
and he answered by shaking me so hard I thought my eyeballs would
rattle out of my head.
    “Quit fighting me, Darcy. I’m assuming
something’s happened and that’s where you’re racing off to go, but
please, stop for a moment. Explain what you saw so we can take of
this together.” He kept his voice level, trying to exude as much
calm as possible.
    “You said “we”. Are you telling me you won’t
stop me?” I looked at him suspiciously, poised to resume fighting
for my release. I felt his hands relax and finally let go.
    “As if you would listen. Remember I know you
well, there’s nothing I could say that would stop you. We need to
have a plan, though.” He walked over to my closet, pulling out a
pair of shoes. He handed them to me and I put them on. Leaving the
room, we headed toward the front door.
    “I was hoping we could come up with one on
our way there. I’m not sure what’s happening, but I saw them fight
and then the connection was broken. It can mean one of two
things—either I broke it, or Mason is in trouble. I hope it’s me
and I get a call saying they’re on their way home, but I can’t risk
it. All I know, is I need to act. My Alpha and future mate is in
danger.”
    “Even if it means he gets angry at you, and
furious with me? I know you’re able to leave the house, but I also
know he’d never agree to me allowing you to rush to his rescue.” He
stepped out into the open air and waited for me to join him.
    “We’ll cross that bridge when we get to it.
Now let’s go.”
    Looking around for his car, I was distracted
by one of the most beautiful motorcycles I’d ever seen. It was all
shiny chrome with black upholstery, and I found myself drawn to
it.
    “Please tell me this is yours.” This was a
masterpiece of machinery, and exactly what we needed to get there
quickly.
    Handing me the helmet, Devlin swung his leg
over. He kicked the stand back, balancing the heavy weight between
his legs.
    Fastening the head gear, I climbed up