Free to Love (The Tribe MC: Chase of Prey Book 3) by Heather West Page B
Authors: Heather West
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weakening, because it only glowed a faint pale blue then flickered out.
Sebastian came running in, his knife at the ready and his silver knuckles flashing. He jumped on the rogue’s back, pummeling it with his silver. He slashed and cut as well, his knife leaving wounds that healed almost immediately. Cara had never seen a rogue heal so quickly. Rogues didn’t have the same healing abilities that werewolves did, or at least they shouldn’t. Rogues gave up everything, including their mutant healing abilities and their immortality to live as wild animals, to hunt and to eat human flesh.
Or maybe that wasn’t true anymore either. The whole world had been turned upside down; the Covenant had been smashed and broken; the truce was gone and these were the consequences.
But perhaps the consequences weren’t as bad as the Tribe ancestors had once imagined they would be. Here they were: the Fallen and the Tribe working together to rid the world of rogues.
Ion’s looked up at her. His face contorted with anguish; he was paralyzed from the neck down. “Kill me,” he whispered.
She wanted to, but she couldn’t. “You can still live, Ion.”
“No. I let them bite me. I let them drink my blood because I thought it made us brothers. They lie, Cara.”
Of course they did. Had he expected anything else? Cara did Ion the favor he asked: she drove the sword deep within his body then she staggered back in disgust, her cries ringing out into the dark. She was repulsed and angry at the man dead on the ground before her, and the rogues who had turned him into a traitor.
The rogues began to leave the battlefield. Several of the bikers chased them past the circle. Gunfire sounded out and howls — both human and inhuman — rose high into the air. The sound of the motorcycles was comforting and familiar.
Cara found herself with her back pressed against Sebastian’s as they battled two rogues who were circling them. Sebastian’s went down first and then he spun around and helped her dispatch the one attempting to kill her. All around them the dying sobbed and cried out. Even those who were not wounded wept and screamed as they found their loved ones bloodied, bitten and savaged.
The battle was over. But the war had only begun.
CHAPTER 2
Sebastian faced the tattered remnants of the Tribe and his own people. His nephew, Devon, stood by his side, his hands and face streaked with rogue blood and tears welling up in his clear blue eyes. It had been a long night; the young man had every right to weep. He was not the only one silently spilling his grief down his pale cheeks either.
Nobody spoke as the body of Ion crisped and burned, turning to ash. A Tribe member who had willingly become an accomplice of the Fallen? It was unheard of — or maybe not. Perhaps even now, there were more accomplices hiding right here in their midst.
Cara looked around at the shocked and miserable faces of the people who had weathered the battle. They had a larger and more daunting task ahead of them now. The people who had been bitten must be killed, and the ones who had died must be put to rest.
One woman was wailing loudly, bent so tightly over the body of her husband that she looked like a bow that had been pulled back to loose an arrow. Blood dripped down her hands, coating the earth and grass below her knees. Cara’s heart ached with pity. What if that had been her there in the muck and blood, weeping for someone she loved?
Not that there weren’t plenty of Kris down. Darvo was gone, his head already removed from his body by Nico, who had not wanted to make his mother witness her son rising only to be killed again. Jaelle was gone as well, and Cara could not check the flow of tears running down her face. Jaelle had been like a mother to her after her own mother had died; she had often bucked the woman’s demands, but she had always known that Jaelle did whatever she did because she loved her.
It had been Jaelle who suggested she become a
Sebastian came running in, his knife at the ready and his silver knuckles flashing. He jumped on the rogue’s back, pummeling it with his silver. He slashed and cut as well, his knife leaving wounds that healed almost immediately. Cara had never seen a rogue heal so quickly. Rogues didn’t have the same healing abilities that werewolves did, or at least they shouldn’t. Rogues gave up everything, including their mutant healing abilities and their immortality to live as wild animals, to hunt and to eat human flesh.
Or maybe that wasn’t true anymore either. The whole world had been turned upside down; the Covenant had been smashed and broken; the truce was gone and these were the consequences.
But perhaps the consequences weren’t as bad as the Tribe ancestors had once imagined they would be. Here they were: the Fallen and the Tribe working together to rid the world of rogues.
Ion’s looked up at her. His face contorted with anguish; he was paralyzed from the neck down. “Kill me,” he whispered.
She wanted to, but she couldn’t. “You can still live, Ion.”
“No. I let them bite me. I let them drink my blood because I thought it made us brothers. They lie, Cara.”
Of course they did. Had he expected anything else? Cara did Ion the favor he asked: she drove the sword deep within his body then she staggered back in disgust, her cries ringing out into the dark. She was repulsed and angry at the man dead on the ground before her, and the rogues who had turned him into a traitor.
The rogues began to leave the battlefield. Several of the bikers chased them past the circle. Gunfire sounded out and howls — both human and inhuman — rose high into the air. The sound of the motorcycles was comforting and familiar.
Cara found herself with her back pressed against Sebastian’s as they battled two rogues who were circling them. Sebastian’s went down first and then he spun around and helped her dispatch the one attempting to kill her. All around them the dying sobbed and cried out. Even those who were not wounded wept and screamed as they found their loved ones bloodied, bitten and savaged.
The battle was over. But the war had only begun.
CHAPTER 2
Sebastian faced the tattered remnants of the Tribe and his own people. His nephew, Devon, stood by his side, his hands and face streaked with rogue blood and tears welling up in his clear blue eyes. It had been a long night; the young man had every right to weep. He was not the only one silently spilling his grief down his pale cheeks either.
Nobody spoke as the body of Ion crisped and burned, turning to ash. A Tribe member who had willingly become an accomplice of the Fallen? It was unheard of — or maybe not. Perhaps even now, there were more accomplices hiding right here in their midst.
Cara looked around at the shocked and miserable faces of the people who had weathered the battle. They had a larger and more daunting task ahead of them now. The people who had been bitten must be killed, and the ones who had died must be put to rest.
One woman was wailing loudly, bent so tightly over the body of her husband that she looked like a bow that had been pulled back to loose an arrow. Blood dripped down her hands, coating the earth and grass below her knees. Cara’s heart ached with pity. What if that had been her there in the muck and blood, weeping for someone she loved?
Not that there weren’t plenty of Kris down. Darvo was gone, his head already removed from his body by Nico, who had not wanted to make his mother witness her son rising only to be killed again. Jaelle was gone as well, and Cara could not check the flow of tears running down her face. Jaelle had been like a mother to her after her own mother had died; she had often bucked the woman’s demands, but she had always known that Jaelle did whatever she did because she loved her.
It had been Jaelle who suggested she become a
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