Total pages in book: 131
Estimated words: 122684 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 613(@200wpm)___ 491(@250wpm)___ 409(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 122684 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 613(@200wpm)___ 491(@250wpm)___ 409(@300wpm)
Aiden released the wolves, and River was off like a shot with Wyatt close on his heels. Bel’s and Winter’s scents were easy to pick out across the lawn and at the start of the woods. River would know Bel’s scent anywhere. It was the smell of home, love, and the tang of computer ozone.
But they’d been around Winter enough to recognize his as well. Cool and crisp like his name, Winter’s was also a hint of blood and lavender. A strange combination but unmistakable.
River paused with Wyatt at the start of the woods, smelling both traces of Bel and Winter within a couple of feet of each other. But the wolves took only a few steps and they stopped sharply. Winter’s scent was gone. It was as if he completely disappeared.
A slight unease started to give way to mounting anxiety. How could he just vanish? River picked up his pace, crossing back and forth in a tight search pattern with Wyatt, but there was no trace of Winter moving from that spot. Bel’s scent remained. Their lover made a clear path to follow deeper into the woods, but there was no Winter.
Each second that ticked by carried Winter another step closer to Bel. They had to get moving. They had to intercept Winter before he reached Bel.
Wyatt yipped at River and motioned for him to follow. River wanted to growl in frustration. This wasn’t right. Nothing was wrong with his nose. He moved to Bel’s trail and off again, searching the ground and up in the trees for any little trace of the other vampire.
They continued on, following only Bel’s scent deeper into the woods. His smell was getting stronger with each step. They had to be close to where he was standing. Waiting for them.
And then he wasn’t.
River halted, his heart jerking in his chest. Something was wrong. Horribly wrong. River couldn’t get his legs to move as he searched inside himself for traces of Bel. The vampire with his special gift always seemed to have a little spot in River’s brain, maybe tethered to his soul. He could feel Bel even if he wasn’t using his gift to talk to them or direct them.
But he couldn’t feel Bel now. It was like they’d been cut off. Like Bel didn’t exist any longer.
River dragged his eyes over to Wyatt, and he knew his lover was feeling the same thing. Wyatt’s larger black wolf was trembling, his entire body tense.
Lifting his nose into the air, River howled long and low before he charged forward, clinging to Bel’s scent. This had to be wrong. Their Bel had to be safe and waiting for them just past these trees.
The soft shift of leaves and branches indicated that Wyatt followed, but they were no longer trying to move quietly through the brush. It was about speed. They had to get to Bel. Had to find him.
But Bel was gone.
They reached the spot where Bel had been standing last. There were even faint traces of Winter all around him. The other Varik had reached his brother without giving away a hint of his location as he moved. Not until he claimed his prize and started to move him toward Marcus’s house.
There was some small relief that someone else hadn’t grabbed their Bel, hadn’t hurt their Bel. Winter would never hurt his brother.
Still, River lifted his head in another desperate howl and even Wyatt joined him. They needed to find their mate. Only when they could see him, hold him again, would they feel okay.
Putting their noses down to the brush, they searched the immediate area, trying to get a feel for which direction they moved in. There were hints of rabbits, mice, squirrels. Birds landed and took off again. Even a deer had passed through in the last several hours. The earth held the scent of decay mixed with fresh life as winter gave way to spring.
But no vampires.
Panic was starting crowd River’s brain. He couldn’t feel his Bel. What if they were wrong? What if something had happened to him and Winter? What if someone attacked just as Winter reached them and they had missed the scent of the intruder?
How could they fail their Bel like this? They had promised to protect him and now he was gone.
Just as River was starting to shift to human form, Bel popped into his brain. His touch warm and familiar. A weight that had him crying out in a broken whimper. Wyatt was off like a shot and River followed close on his heels, heading for the house. They could feel him at Marcus’s house.
As they cleared the trees, they found Bel and Winter sitting in the middle of the open grassy area. Rafe was already running to them from the house, streaks of tears on his pale face. His other family members were following behind them. Something had gone wrong.