Chapter 194
Chapter 194
Damien Every day I got a little closer and he would do something to completely throw me off my tracks.
He shifted regularly, swapping between Lycan and human, leading me further away from Black Shadow and my mate. But I won’t stop, not until he is dead, even if it means going to the ends of the Earth.
A handful of times we had come face to face. Not up close, but we could see each other across fields, a train station, and bridges.
As each day passed, the angrier I became. I just wanted to be with my mate, vet if I didn’t stop Salem. He would find a way to torment that pack and my mate forever.
Tracking his scent into a bar, my eyes quickly adjust to the dimly lit space. The smell of dried booze, piss and blood filling the air. It had been a few hours since he was here. Before I even entered, I knew why he had chosen this place
He had always liked a challenge, long before he turned into a Lycan. Teasing and tormenting people. There was so much Raven didn’t know about the man she was once mated too. She had a lucky escape there.
Bodies littered the floor as the jukebox played. Half a dozen had their throats ripped out before they even had a chance to acknowledge what was happening. The other dozen had tried to put up a fight, losing against the beast that had attacked them.
Since being on the run, he had eaten every few days. Though this time, I was certain he hadn’t eaten in a week. He knew there was a risk I would catch him. He must have been starving to target a place like this.
I make my way through the bodies, just to check that all of them are dead. “Fucker!”
I turn to leave and hear a whimper that stops me in my tracks. There is a kid somewhere in here. Between the stench of booze, piss and blood, I had missed the scent of a child.
“It’s okay, you can come out. I won’t hurt you.
I wait for a few moments but nothing moves and the kid is quiet. Why had Salem left a kid alive? He had killed Eric’s kids without a second thought. “Pinky swear.” The small voice calls out
It had been a long time since I had heard that. A smile creeps across my lips. “Pinky swear.”
A small girl crawls out from behind a curtain. Blood smeared across her face. Remnants of bruises littered her chubby cheeks along with trails of dried tears. A floral dress that was once yellow or even white had seen better days. It barely fitted her, a sign that she had been here for a long time.
She steps towards me, her body trembling. Tears in her bright green eyes as she tries not to look at the carnage surrounding us. She stops a few metres from me. A chain attached at her ankle, preventing her from moving any further.
Not only was she locked up, she was a Wolf pup. Either Salem had been too busy to notice there was a child here, or he had left her for me, knowing it would buy him some time.
“What’s your name?”
She closes her eyes tight, screwing up her face as she chews on her bottom lip. “Dorothy.”
“How old are you, Dorothy?” Big black circles hovered under her eyes.
“Six”
“Do you know how long you have been here?
She shakes her head at me. Her mousey brown, matted hair falls around her face. “You smell funny.” “So do you
She smiles at me and opens her bright green eyes. “Are you like me?”
“No, but I know lots of people who are.” She was aware that she was a Wolf, which was a good sign
I had two options. One, take her to the police station, but that would raise questions that I didn’t have time to answer. Or two, turn around and take her back to Black Shadow, letting my brother get away.
“Let’s get you out of that, shall we.” I smile as I squat, inspecting the chain
She freezes as my hand touches her leg and it sickens me to think what the bastards here might have done to her. Maybe it wasn’t such a bad idea for Salem to have chosen this bar.
The cuff around her ankle was easy enough to break through. It was clearly designed with Dorothy’s strength in mind as it snapped in my hands. “Are you after the bad man?” She asks as she lets me pick her up to step over the dead bodies.
1 am.”
“He smelled fugny too.” She coils her arms aroundy neck, understanding that I was someone: safe. Kids this age were resilient > compaied to adults. They only. Spe things’i in black and white andi Ss alse-why it is so easy to lure them away. .
There are a set of keys on the bar. Grabbing them, I carried Dorothy out and hit the key fob, waiting for a set of lights to alert me of which car they belonged to.
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Dorothy was asleep by the time I pulled up outside the police station. Her head dropped to one side and rested on the belt as her long eyelashes fluttered against her cheeks.
I look out at the busy police station. She would be safer here than at Black Shadsiv. They could find hera good hone, granted it would N probabfy be with humans but she wouldstil be safe. If I take her. fo Black Shadow, Salem could still come back, but she would-be with her own kind.