Carpathians. When they could no longer safely hunt the undead. They were dangerous men.
Gabrielle didnât want to go anywhere near the monastery. She didnât want anything at all to do with them, but if that was Garyâs destination, then she was going to be there first. She knew, from sliding into her sisterâs mind, that he had gone to see Andre and his new lifemate, Teagan. Together, the three would approach those in the monastery to see if they would be willing to have Teagan try to help them. Gabrielle intended to catch them outside the gates. She had followed Garyâs psychic trail and found her way.
The air had gone cold, unnaturally so. She could feel the safeguards woven into the mists broadcasting a warning that got under her skin even when she knew why and how it was there. Inside the mist things moved. Shapes. Voices whispered warnings. The mist swirled, dense and heavy, so that even in the form sheâd taken, she was saturated, the water penetrating her feathers, a nearly impossible feat.
She could easily see how the ancients had stayed undiscovered for so many years. Their warning system was brilliant and cleverly in play all year round as well as both day and night. The actual location of the monastery appeared to change as well. Sheâd catch a glimpse of it, the mist would close over it and when the veil parted again over what she could swear was the exact same spot, the buildings were gone.
She was fully Carpathian with all the powers. She had never really utilized her gifts before. No one had really talked to her about what she could and couldnât do, and she hadnât asked. She should have asked. She knew most humans were converted by a lifemate and their lifemate taught them everything they needed to know. Sheâd been converted and, although grateful to be alive, she had disappeared into her work so she wouldnât have to face a life that was very alien to her.
Perhaps if someone had worked with her, she wouldnât have felt so cut off, but no one thought to do so, and she couldnât ask. Not the prince.Certainly not Gregori. She had counted on Gary. She had always counted on Gary. He would teach her what she needed to know.
Now, she used her mind to keep herself in the air. She knew everything started in oneâs mind. Her feathers might be soaked, but she could shift in the air if she had to. Whatever the ancients tried, she would not be afraid. She would not back down. Gary belonged with her. No one was going to take him away from her. Sheâd seen in his eyes that he was close to capitulating.
The owl began to falter in the center of the mist and she forced a shift, one sheâd never attempted before, but she was very familiar with molecules and the molecular structure of the human body, so she wasnât as afraid of becoming molecules as she had been when sheâd first learned how to shift into the form of an animal or bird.
The veil of mist parted again, and way down the mountain she caught a glimpse of four men and a woman hiking the mountain trail above the human village. They looked tiny, like ants. She was grateful they couldnât possibly see her in the thick, swirling clouds of living fog miles and miles above them.
Without warning a wrenching sickness took her over, so that even in her present state, without a body, she felt as if she might tumble from the sky and be sick over and over. Fear seized her. She couldnât tell why. It was unreasonable. She knew that, but it didnât help to lessen the effect on her. Fortunately, the veil parted again, and this time, she actually saw the gates of the monastery. More. She saw Gary. He was with Andre. She recognized the Carpathian others referred to as âthe Ghost.â With him was a woman. She was shorter than Gabrielle and had beautiful, mocha skin. Her hair was a deep ebony, and even braided it was very thick and hung to her waist.
Relief flooded through her and she
Gabrielle didnât want to go anywhere near the monastery. She didnât want anything at all to do with them, but if that was Garyâs destination, then she was going to be there first. She knew, from sliding into her sisterâs mind, that he had gone to see Andre and his new lifemate, Teagan. Together, the three would approach those in the monastery to see if they would be willing to have Teagan try to help them. Gabrielle intended to catch them outside the gates. She had followed Garyâs psychic trail and found her way.
The air had gone cold, unnaturally so. She could feel the safeguards woven into the mists broadcasting a warning that got under her skin even when she knew why and how it was there. Inside the mist things moved. Shapes. Voices whispered warnings. The mist swirled, dense and heavy, so that even in the form sheâd taken, she was saturated, the water penetrating her feathers, a nearly impossible feat.
She could easily see how the ancients had stayed undiscovered for so many years. Their warning system was brilliant and cleverly in play all year round as well as both day and night. The actual location of the monastery appeared to change as well. Sheâd catch a glimpse of it, the mist would close over it and when the veil parted again over what she could swear was the exact same spot, the buildings were gone.
She was fully Carpathian with all the powers. She had never really utilized her gifts before. No one had really talked to her about what she could and couldnât do, and she hadnât asked. She should have asked. She knew most humans were converted by a lifemate and their lifemate taught them everything they needed to know. Sheâd been converted and, although grateful to be alive, she had disappeared into her work so she wouldnât have to face a life that was very alien to her.
Perhaps if someone had worked with her, she wouldnât have felt so cut off, but no one thought to do so, and she couldnât ask. Not the prince.Certainly not Gregori. She had counted on Gary. She had always counted on Gary. He would teach her what she needed to know.
Now, she used her mind to keep herself in the air. She knew everything started in oneâs mind. Her feathers might be soaked, but she could shift in the air if she had to. Whatever the ancients tried, she would not be afraid. She would not back down. Gary belonged with her. No one was going to take him away from her. Sheâd seen in his eyes that he was close to capitulating.
The owl began to falter in the center of the mist and she forced a shift, one sheâd never attempted before, but she was very familiar with molecules and the molecular structure of the human body, so she wasnât as afraid of becoming molecules as she had been when sheâd first learned how to shift into the form of an animal or bird.
The veil of mist parted again, and way down the mountain she caught a glimpse of four men and a woman hiking the mountain trail above the human village. They looked tiny, like ants. She was grateful they couldnât possibly see her in the thick, swirling clouds of living fog miles and miles above them.
Without warning a wrenching sickness took her over, so that even in her present state, without a body, she felt as if she might tumble from the sky and be sick over and over. Fear seized her. She couldnât tell why. It was unreasonable. She knew that, but it didnât help to lessen the effect on her. Fortunately, the veil parted again, and this time, she actually saw the gates of the monastery. More. She saw Gary. He was with Andre. She recognized the Carpathian others referred to as âthe Ghost.â With him was a woman. She was shorter than Gabrielle and had beautiful, mocha skin. Her hair was a deep ebony, and even braided it was very thick and hung to her waist.
Relief flooded through her and she
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