Raining Kisses (The Opeth Pack Saga Book 2) by Sascha Illyvich Page B
Authors: Sascha Illyvich
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had stopped only months ago, but the dreams still existed. Faded, but still too loud to ignore, the dreams placed him at the right hand of some tall wolf with long, dark hair, ice cold blue eyes and two mates. He commanded and things happened but no words could be understood in the dream. Just silence and an overwhelming sense of dread filled him when he woke, alerting him to the changes coming.
You’d think he’d pay attention to the signs on the wind.
Even from six thousand miles he could smell the shifting tide in this world. But to what avail and why?
And why him?
Why would you want to have an enforcer who had violent tendencies? Why make a murderer your right hand man?
As usual, more questions than answers.
Fucking prophecy .
* * *
N icholaus felt something brush against his shin, startling him from an almost dreamless slumber. Reluctantly, he lifted his head, saw nothing in the darkness, other than Katarina’s lush body. Stillness in the village at this hour meant everyone was asleep and he could focus on the one thing needed to track Krystyna.
Her scent.
It carried on the wind, remained strong in the village. He hadn’t alerted Katarina because she’d want to go out now and he couldn’t afford that. Sure she'd probably have smelled it too but her worry and the travel kept her from focusing one hundred per cent on it. She’d get hurt, especially with how wounded she’d been acting. Yes, he was leaving once he did what he promised, but he wasn’t about to put either of them in more danger than necessary.
Quickly, quietly, he slipped out of bed and through the house. Agí’s snoring became audible. Slipping through the front door, he stood on the makeshift porch where a few hours earlier he’d fought with Katarina about returning to his ‘homeland’ and his promises not to leave them.
He could have kicked himself.
With nothing to work with, all he could use to find Krystyna would be her lingering scent. Even years later, he could discern it from the lake, the flora and fauna.
The thought of how after all these years, he’d still remembered her, still irritated him.
He had no idea if she was being held by a large army or whether it was just a few guards, but he’d sensed her presence nearby last night. He thought Katarina would have too, but at the first mention of bed, she passed out. He supposed the time change and jet lag affected her more than it had him. Her falling asleep was definitely for the better. He didn’t need her to complicate things further. It was already going to be a pain in the ass dealing with whatever challenge he’d have to face in order to rescue Krystyna.
Nicholaus made his way through the streets and toward the outskirts of the village, heading west. Dropping his human illusion, he moved quickly through the forest toward the plains region of Hungary, away from the lake.
After roughly two hours, he stopped running. The scent remained strong. Being several miles from the lake, he’d held onto her scent but he also picked up the dirty stench of other wolves in the area. Damn, did they smell putrid.
Well maybe putrid was a strong word but they sure as hell weren’t Opeth Pack wolves.
If they had anything to do with Krystyna’s abduction, he’d rip them limb from limb, consequences be damned.
Continuing westward, he came upon a field with several tents surrounding a small stucco building. A quick sensory scan alerted him to Krystyna's angry aura. She didn’t appear hurt, other than a little roughed up and magically drained. Two sentry guards dressed in military uniforms stood watch on either side of the door. Not a single window was visible from his vantage point.
This seemed too simple. Something was definitely wrong.
His course of action seemed easy enough. Knock out the two knuckleheads at the doors and barge in to rescue the girl. Except that the two morons guarding the door were rather large in stature and had guns. The smart thing to do would be to
You’d think he’d pay attention to the signs on the wind.
Even from six thousand miles he could smell the shifting tide in this world. But to what avail and why?
And why him?
Why would you want to have an enforcer who had violent tendencies? Why make a murderer your right hand man?
As usual, more questions than answers.
Fucking prophecy .
* * *
N icholaus felt something brush against his shin, startling him from an almost dreamless slumber. Reluctantly, he lifted his head, saw nothing in the darkness, other than Katarina’s lush body. Stillness in the village at this hour meant everyone was asleep and he could focus on the one thing needed to track Krystyna.
Her scent.
It carried on the wind, remained strong in the village. He hadn’t alerted Katarina because she’d want to go out now and he couldn’t afford that. Sure she'd probably have smelled it too but her worry and the travel kept her from focusing one hundred per cent on it. She’d get hurt, especially with how wounded she’d been acting. Yes, he was leaving once he did what he promised, but he wasn’t about to put either of them in more danger than necessary.
Quickly, quietly, he slipped out of bed and through the house. Agí’s snoring became audible. Slipping through the front door, he stood on the makeshift porch where a few hours earlier he’d fought with Katarina about returning to his ‘homeland’ and his promises not to leave them.
He could have kicked himself.
With nothing to work with, all he could use to find Krystyna would be her lingering scent. Even years later, he could discern it from the lake, the flora and fauna.
The thought of how after all these years, he’d still remembered her, still irritated him.
He had no idea if she was being held by a large army or whether it was just a few guards, but he’d sensed her presence nearby last night. He thought Katarina would have too, but at the first mention of bed, she passed out. He supposed the time change and jet lag affected her more than it had him. Her falling asleep was definitely for the better. He didn’t need her to complicate things further. It was already going to be a pain in the ass dealing with whatever challenge he’d have to face in order to rescue Krystyna.
Nicholaus made his way through the streets and toward the outskirts of the village, heading west. Dropping his human illusion, he moved quickly through the forest toward the plains region of Hungary, away from the lake.
After roughly two hours, he stopped running. The scent remained strong. Being several miles from the lake, he’d held onto her scent but he also picked up the dirty stench of other wolves in the area. Damn, did they smell putrid.
Well maybe putrid was a strong word but they sure as hell weren’t Opeth Pack wolves.
If they had anything to do with Krystyna’s abduction, he’d rip them limb from limb, consequences be damned.
Continuing westward, he came upon a field with several tents surrounding a small stucco building. A quick sensory scan alerted him to Krystyna's angry aura. She didn’t appear hurt, other than a little roughed up and magically drained. Two sentry guards dressed in military uniforms stood watch on either side of the door. Not a single window was visible from his vantage point.
This seemed too simple. Something was definitely wrong.
His course of action seemed easy enough. Knock out the two knuckleheads at the doors and barge in to rescue the girl. Except that the two morons guarding the door were rather large in stature and had guns. The smart thing to do would be to
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