Dark Prince by Christine Feehan

study the ancient arts, which he has neglected. It is an easy place to defend. Eleanor cannot travel as far."
    "They can use my home," Byron offered. "They will be close if they need help." Eleanor was his sister, and he had always loved her dearly. Despite the fact that his emotions were long gone, he remembered what it felt like.
    "It is risky. If your relationship is known and she is under suspicion, or if you were seen assisting Rand…" Mikhail shook his head, not liking the idea. "Maybe they should take over my home."
    "No!" The simultaneous protests were instant and sharp.
    "No, Mikhail, we cannot afford the risk to you." Jacques sounded alarmed.
    "Our women come first before any of us, Jacques," Mikhail reminded him gently. "Without them, our race will die. We can have sex with humans, but we cannot procreate with them. Our women are our greatest treasures. Each of you must eventually mate and father children. But be certain the one you choose is your true lifemate. All of you know the signs: colors, emotions, the burning for her. The bond is strong. When one dies, the other usually chooses to die also. It is death or vampire. We all know that."
    "But Rand…" Byron trailed off.
    "Rand became impatient with the waiting. Noelle was obsessed with him, but they were not true lifemates. I think they ended up hating each other, trapped in the sickness of their relationship. He will survive her passing." Mikhail worked to keep the disgust from his voice. True lifemates could not survive long without each other. That fact and the high mortality rate of their children, had taken a huge toll on their dwindling race. Mikhail was not certain his people would survive into the next century. No matter how hard he tried, he could not find the hope necessary to keep the males from turning vampire.
    "Mikhail—" Jacques chose his words carefully—"only you and Gregori know the secrets of our race. You know Gregori will choose his solitary existence. Only you can teach the rest of us, lead us, help us to grow. If we are to survive, grow strong again, it cannot be done without you. Your blood is the life of our people."
    "Why do you say this to me?" Mikhail snapped, not wanting to hear the truth.
    Jacques and Byron exchanged a long, uneasy glance. "We have been concerned for some time about your continued withdrawal."
    "My withdrawal was inevitable and is hardly your business."
    "You have chosen to remain completely alone, even among those of us you call blood kin," Jacques went on.
    "What is it you are trying to say?" Mikhail snapped impatiently. He had been away from Raven for too long. He needed to see her, hold her, touch her mind with his.
    "We cannot afford to lose you. And if you do not wish to continue your life, you will begin to take greater risks, become careless," Jacques drawled slowly.
    Mikhail's dark, brooding eyes slowly warmed, and a smile tugged at the hard corners of his mouth, softening the lines in his beautifully chiseled features. "You young devils. How have you managed to watch me without my knowledge?"
    "The alpha pair fear for you also," Jacques admitted. "As I am of your blood and under your protection, they accept and speak with me. They watch over you when you take your solitary walks and when you run with the pack. They say there is no joy in you."
    Mikhail laughed softly. "I need a good wolf hide for this winter. Whatever my feelings, Noelle was our sister, one of my people. I will not rest until her murderers are brought to justice."
    Jacques cleared his throat, a cocky grin dispelling the ruthless set of his dark features. "I do not suppose this woman you are hiding has anything to do with your sudden desire to rise with the night."
    The toe of Mikhail's boot nearly pushed Jacques from his perch in retaliation for his audacity.
    Byron caught at the branch with a tight grip. "Eleanor and Vlad can stay with me. It will be double protection for her and her unborn child."
    Mikhail nodded. Though he was