wasn’t in danger. But where was she? He paced, rarely undecided about what he should do. He didn’t like the feeling. Agitation made the animal in him want to come to the forefront. His animal side knew only raw emotions. He wanted to protect, to hunt, to kill those who endangered Lea.
His human emotions ran through him and complicated his thoughts. Fear and uncertainty were foreign, but now sat at the edges of his mind. It made him mad. He turned on his heal and headed out the door, any action feeling better than just standing there.
The night air was fragrant with the vines creeping up the brick wall of Lea’s house. Underneath, the smell of the city, the dirt and grime, hit his nostrils. But it was the scent of the humans that caused him to growl. It had been too long since he last fed. And now with his emotions in turmoil he wanted to give rein to his base instincts and feed.
Dane walked over and placed a steadying hand against the top of the rental car door. His hungers would have to wait. He needed to find Lea. Getting in the car, he started it and drove slowly down the street. His eyes scanned the shadows on the sides of the road as he drove, searching for anything unusual.
On the other side of town, he parked in front of a high rise apartment building Dane recalled the last time he was here. He’d saved Lea from the shape shifters at the youth club and left her sleeping safe in the home he just left. His heart skipped at beat at the memory, the feel of her, soft and warm in his arms.
Dane took the stairs, two at a time, up to the penthouse, avoiding the confined space of the elevator. He knocked on his cousin’s door and waited only a moment before Darius appeared.
“Cousin, I was wondering when you would show up,” Darius said as he stepped aside, letting Dane into the plush apartment.
“Why?”
“There’s been a lot of interest in the woman you saved from the dark moon massacre; supposedly she reeks of your scent. It’s driving the shifters crazy not knowing why. They all think you’re in town.” Darius shut the door and turned to face him, amusement mingled with concern in his pale blue eyes.
“I’m in town now. I want to know where Lea is,” Dane said, getting straight to the point. He didn’t have any time to waste. Not knowing was driving his emotions to breaking point.
“Is she in trouble?” asked Darius.
“She was. I don’t know where she is now.”
Darius nodded, obviously understanding his frustrations.
“How do you know she’s in danger?” Darius asked.
“I can feel her.” Dane started pacing the length of the living room, needing to do something physical. “I’ve been dreaming of her for the last month and now—”
“The dreams are becoming more real, they’re starting to blend into reality, aren’t they?” Darius sat down on the sofa facing the windows to the outside balcony and looked up at Dane as he stopped his pacing.
“How do you know?”
“I’ve been there before, Cousin.” Sad bitterness edged his words and despite Dane’s agitation, he felt true pain for Darius. “That’s how it started with Beatrice, dreaming of her, feeling her no matter where she was. She consumed me.” A haunted expression crossed Darius’ face before he shielded himself. “It also explains why your scent is all over her.”
“Are the shifters after her because of me?”
Darius merely nodded.
“Fucking hell,” Dane cursed as he resumed his pacing.
He didn’t realize his scent marked Lea, it meant she was in more danger than he originally thought. His presence in this town usually meant he was the supreme alpha. He’d only ever had to prove himself once, it had been a bloody and violent massacre, but now most shifters gave him a respected berth. But if the shifters saw an opportunity to demonstrate a bit of power and take something that was dear to him, Lea would pay the price.
Darius cursed and rose from the sofa, his gaze focused on the balcony outside.
His human emotions ran through him and complicated his thoughts. Fear and uncertainty were foreign, but now sat at the edges of his mind. It made him mad. He turned on his heal and headed out the door, any action feeling better than just standing there.
The night air was fragrant with the vines creeping up the brick wall of Lea’s house. Underneath, the smell of the city, the dirt and grime, hit his nostrils. But it was the scent of the humans that caused him to growl. It had been too long since he last fed. And now with his emotions in turmoil he wanted to give rein to his base instincts and feed.
Dane walked over and placed a steadying hand against the top of the rental car door. His hungers would have to wait. He needed to find Lea. Getting in the car, he started it and drove slowly down the street. His eyes scanned the shadows on the sides of the road as he drove, searching for anything unusual.
On the other side of town, he parked in front of a high rise apartment building Dane recalled the last time he was here. He’d saved Lea from the shape shifters at the youth club and left her sleeping safe in the home he just left. His heart skipped at beat at the memory, the feel of her, soft and warm in his arms.
Dane took the stairs, two at a time, up to the penthouse, avoiding the confined space of the elevator. He knocked on his cousin’s door and waited only a moment before Darius appeared.
“Cousin, I was wondering when you would show up,” Darius said as he stepped aside, letting Dane into the plush apartment.
“Why?”
“There’s been a lot of interest in the woman you saved from the dark moon massacre; supposedly she reeks of your scent. It’s driving the shifters crazy not knowing why. They all think you’re in town.” Darius shut the door and turned to face him, amusement mingled with concern in his pale blue eyes.
“I’m in town now. I want to know where Lea is,” Dane said, getting straight to the point. He didn’t have any time to waste. Not knowing was driving his emotions to breaking point.
“Is she in trouble?” asked Darius.
“She was. I don’t know where she is now.”
Darius nodded, obviously understanding his frustrations.
“How do you know she’s in danger?” Darius asked.
“I can feel her.” Dane started pacing the length of the living room, needing to do something physical. “I’ve been dreaming of her for the last month and now—”
“The dreams are becoming more real, they’re starting to blend into reality, aren’t they?” Darius sat down on the sofa facing the windows to the outside balcony and looked up at Dane as he stopped his pacing.
“How do you know?”
“I’ve been there before, Cousin.” Sad bitterness edged his words and despite Dane’s agitation, he felt true pain for Darius. “That’s how it started with Beatrice, dreaming of her, feeling her no matter where she was. She consumed me.” A haunted expression crossed Darius’ face before he shielded himself. “It also explains why your scent is all over her.”
“Are the shifters after her because of me?”
Darius merely nodded.
“Fucking hell,” Dane cursed as he resumed his pacing.
He didn’t realize his scent marked Lea, it meant she was in more danger than he originally thought. His presence in this town usually meant he was the supreme alpha. He’d only ever had to prove himself once, it had been a bloody and violent massacre, but now most shifters gave him a respected berth. But if the shifters saw an opportunity to demonstrate a bit of power and take something that was dear to him, Lea would pay the price.
Darius cursed and rose from the sofa, his gaze focused on the balcony outside.
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