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

behind
him, wrapping my arms around his body and resting my hands on his
stomach. I could feel the difference in our body temperatures—mine
resembled a slight fever and his, a cold chill. Ignoring how it
caused my hand to tingle, I leaned forward to speak in his ear.
    “Why am I the only one wearing a helmet?” I
reached up to adjust the strap so it didn’t dig into my chin.
    “Because I’m a vampire, and invincible,” he
retorted.
    “Well, I’m a werewolf, and being supernatural
isn’t going to protect your head from being smashed open like an
egg on the asphalt.” I knocked my knuckles against his head.
“Although, you are pretty hard headed and may bounce a little at
first.”
    “There’s only one helmet. I wasn’t planning
on taking you anywhere when I came here, and despite my many
abilities, foresight isn’t one of them. I’m more concerned with
keeping you in one piece than myself. Let me worry, just hold on
tight and tell me where we’re heading?”
    I gave him the address, and without warning,
he flipped open his phone.
    “We need back up at 325 Hillsdale Road. The
Alpha’s in trouble.” He didn’t even wait for a reply before
snapping the device shut, and jump starting the bike.
    The wheels spun furiously on the gravel,
churning it up and we burst forward, causing me to jolt before I
had a chance to correct myself. I slapped him for not letting me
know his intentions, and I felt the rumble of laughter through his
chest.
    As the motorcycle roared down the street,
bringing us nearer to our destination, all I could do was close my
eyes and pray.
    I’m coming, Mason. Just hold on.
     

Chapter Seven
     
    “Let’s go,” I said, as we parked just beyond
the property near the end of a long driveway.
    Stripping the helmet off, I placed it on the
seat, and moved toward a row of hedges. Hiding myself, as I stared
up at the house. I still wasn’t able to forge another connection
with Mason, but I tried to sense him again. Daniel and he were both
in there. I just knew it.
    “Slow down, Darcy,” Devlin said, dragging me
to his side. “I told you I’d get you here, but you play by my
rules. First thing we’re going to do is wait for back up. With more
of us, we’ll be better prepared for whatever game Avery is
playing.”
    It had been a while since I’d visited this
part of town. A place rich in history, it was rumored to be filled
with hauntings and strange occurrences, but all I saw was large,
expensive houses and beautiful landscaping. As I gazed around at
the different kinds of trees, I felt a slight tug around my
heart.
    Mason.
    Taking in a deep breath, centering myself, I
relaxed a little to encourage my senses to continue reaching out.
Sure enough, after a few moments, I felt a stronger pull, and I
knew with a surety, Mason was inside.
    I glanced back at Devlin, and saw him
reaching into his pocket. Removing his buzzing phone, he answered
it, his back now to me. I couldn’t wait for him. The longer I did,
the more I risked losing the signal.
    “We need to go, Devlin. The connection has
reestablished. I can feel him.” I grabbed the back of his shirt,
yanking as I started to move up the driveway.
    “We’re out of time. Get here as soon as you
can.” He ended the call, and grabbed my hand, taking the lead. We
moved across the lawn, not stopping until our feet hit the front
porch. The tug was more insistent now, and with one last careful
glance around—finding no one—we entered the house.
    As my eyes adjusted to the dim lighting, I
was stunned by the opulence of the foyer. Beautifully crafted
paintings hung on the wall, one a family portrait, and the other of
children playing. A grand staircase stole most of the room’s focus,
with elegant carvings of rich mahogany, leading up to a second
floor.
    Looking around, I pondered what direction we
should go.
    “Which way now, Darcy?” he asked, his stance
alert as he gazed about us.
    My nose caught a scent. It was faint, but it
was