Free to Love (The Tribe MC: Chase of Prey Book 3) by Heather West Page A
Authors: Heather West
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that I deserved. No, she had to wait until I was grown, knowing that if she left then he would blame me.
“She intended to tell him that I could shift. It was supposed to be my little secret, but she caught me hunting one night, taking a bite out of a delicious little morsel that she killed out of pity. I had to get rid of her and I would do it again.
“Now you have to get rid of your Queen, Sebastian. It’s time to pick where your loyalties lie. Either you are Fallen or not. You cannot have both.”
Cara shouted, “You are both, Gregory! Whether you like it or not you are both!”
Sebastian leaped.
He landed on top of Gregory. Black Wolf and golden Wolf rolled across the earth, blood and teeth glinting in the moonlight. Cara knew that she had to do something to help. She had accidentally made Gregory stronger; there had to be a way to make him weaker too.
Of course! She could draw energy from any living thing — it was part of what being Tribe was all about. She stood up and held her hands out, rooting her feet firmly into the earth. She closed her eyes, lifted her arms high in the air and felt the energy drifting in towards her, slowly at first, then faster and faster. She opened her eyes and brought her hands in front of her until her fingers were pointed directly at Gregory.
Sebastian was panting. Even in Wolf shape, healing faster than he ever could have in his human form, he was exhausted. Cara was about to even the odds.
She spoke one word and reached, not just with her fingers, but with her mind. A ripple of power came rippling out of Gregory. That power was black, stinking and corrupt. It danced along the ground, flattening everything in its wake and setting small bushes and grass alight.
When it hit Cara, she was thrown backwards, her back hitting a tree hard enough that she was almost knocked unconscious. She had no choice but to grapple with the power. She had to find a way to disperse it without taking it in. It was evil, pure and simple.
Sebastian knew what she had done. He also knew that this was his one opportunity; he had to stop Gregory now. He had to kill his own brother. His muscular Wolf body tensed and he lunged, then leapt, flying through the air. His fangs met Gregory’s fur and dug deep to find the vein where Gregory’s life force hid, then ripped it open.
Cara was crying. She had sent Gregory’s power into the swamp. Alligators were battling each other, eating their own kind while raptors darted down from the sky to meet suicide even as they fought to take part in the unholy feast.
From inside the house came victorious cries. The rogues must have been able to feel their leader’s death, because they were turning tail and running. Sebastian dragged his broken and bleeding body over to where Cara sat, her back pressed against a tree. He dropped his muzzle into her lap. She took off her silver necklace and put it gently around his neck. Her fingers stroked the bloodstained ruff there and he closed his eyes, wanting only to stay with her for a little while longer. He felt his body transforming back into human shape and the pain became almost unbearable.
Many of the people who had stayed inside the house were giving chase to the rogues. The policewoman who’d been using the poker was in the front of the human pack. Sebastian looked after them with a bemused expression. “I think Detective Johnson is going to have to make sure that she gets a promotion.”
“I think I’m going to have to induct her into the ranks of the Hunters,” Detective Johnson said, appearing near them. His dark eyes took in Sebastian’s condition and Cara’s as well. “How bad is it?”
“I will live. I’m sure you’re not happy to hear that.”
If Detective Johnson noticed Sebastian’s sarcasm, he didn’t give any indication. “I will never hunt you again,” he replied. “That is, unless you do something that goes beyond the pale. Are we clear?”
“Everyone has a different definition of
“She intended to tell him that I could shift. It was supposed to be my little secret, but she caught me hunting one night, taking a bite out of a delicious little morsel that she killed out of pity. I had to get rid of her and I would do it again.
“Now you have to get rid of your Queen, Sebastian. It’s time to pick where your loyalties lie. Either you are Fallen or not. You cannot have both.”
Cara shouted, “You are both, Gregory! Whether you like it or not you are both!”
Sebastian leaped.
He landed on top of Gregory. Black Wolf and golden Wolf rolled across the earth, blood and teeth glinting in the moonlight. Cara knew that she had to do something to help. She had accidentally made Gregory stronger; there had to be a way to make him weaker too.
Of course! She could draw energy from any living thing — it was part of what being Tribe was all about. She stood up and held her hands out, rooting her feet firmly into the earth. She closed her eyes, lifted her arms high in the air and felt the energy drifting in towards her, slowly at first, then faster and faster. She opened her eyes and brought her hands in front of her until her fingers were pointed directly at Gregory.
Sebastian was panting. Even in Wolf shape, healing faster than he ever could have in his human form, he was exhausted. Cara was about to even the odds.
She spoke one word and reached, not just with her fingers, but with her mind. A ripple of power came rippling out of Gregory. That power was black, stinking and corrupt. It danced along the ground, flattening everything in its wake and setting small bushes and grass alight.
When it hit Cara, she was thrown backwards, her back hitting a tree hard enough that she was almost knocked unconscious. She had no choice but to grapple with the power. She had to find a way to disperse it without taking it in. It was evil, pure and simple.
Sebastian knew what she had done. He also knew that this was his one opportunity; he had to stop Gregory now. He had to kill his own brother. His muscular Wolf body tensed and he lunged, then leapt, flying through the air. His fangs met Gregory’s fur and dug deep to find the vein where Gregory’s life force hid, then ripped it open.
Cara was crying. She had sent Gregory’s power into the swamp. Alligators were battling each other, eating their own kind while raptors darted down from the sky to meet suicide even as they fought to take part in the unholy feast.
From inside the house came victorious cries. The rogues must have been able to feel their leader’s death, because they were turning tail and running. Sebastian dragged his broken and bleeding body over to where Cara sat, her back pressed against a tree. He dropped his muzzle into her lap. She took off her silver necklace and put it gently around his neck. Her fingers stroked the bloodstained ruff there and he closed his eyes, wanting only to stay with her for a little while longer. He felt his body transforming back into human shape and the pain became almost unbearable.
Many of the people who had stayed inside the house were giving chase to the rogues. The policewoman who’d been using the poker was in the front of the human pack. Sebastian looked after them with a bemused expression. “I think Detective Johnson is going to have to make sure that she gets a promotion.”
“I think I’m going to have to induct her into the ranks of the Hunters,” Detective Johnson said, appearing near them. His dark eyes took in Sebastian’s condition and Cara’s as well. “How bad is it?”
“I will live. I’m sure you’re not happy to hear that.”
If Detective Johnson noticed Sebastian’s sarcasm, he didn’t give any indication. “I will never hunt you again,” he replied. “That is, unless you do something that goes beyond the pale. Are we clear?”
“Everyone has a different definition of
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