I call upon thee, Mother,
Hear my voice.
Feel my need,
Send me the creatures that dwell within your darkness,
Cloak our energies so we are not seen, heard or felt.
The flow of information was strong, as if that connection with the earth was growing with each touch. Even the insects spoke to her. She was no longer bothered by them, but understood exactly why they were needed and what part in the ecological system they played.
Earth Mother,
I give thanks to you and your minions.
May there always be peace and harmony between us,
I release you now, go in peace.
She was grateful for the guidance and murmured her thanks.
Dimitri, I am certain of the way. Just hold on a little longer. As soon as I get the chains off, I'll give you blood. Then it will be up to both of us to run like hell. She tried to push a little amusement into her voice, feeling his tension.
Dimitri was a man who rarely was tense. In the worst situations he was always calm and cool, but knowing she was putting herself in danger for him bothered him on an entirely new level. He probably had never known what the word tense actually meant until he found her.
She had to struggle to understand his nature. She saw his needs in his mind, but she hadn't lived for centuries. She didn't have his experiences. She wasn't Carpathian and didn't fully understand the driving need of the male to protect his lifemate.
I cannot aid you until these chains have been removed, he reiterated. I am weak, starved. I won't be able to move fast.
Dimitri tried to make her understand his condition. He'd been mortally wounded numerous times over the centuries, but he'd never felt so helpless. The silver chains prevented the most basic of Carpathian abilities. He couldn't reach out to his brother--something that he'd been doing all of his life. His brother couldn't reach him. Josef was close, and he'd tried to touch him on the common Carpathian path, but that was closed to him--because of the terrible chains wrapped from his forehead to his ankles.
The burning in his skin was endless, but now his fear for Skyler's safety even overrode that horrendous agony. He could only hang helplessly, terrified for her, waiting for the night's work to play out.
We have to do this as silently and as stealthily as possible, Skyler reminded him. Lycans are sensitive to all energy used. We don't want them to feel us.
Dimitri suppressed a groan of frustration. I am Sange rau. They cannot feel me, which is why they hate me. They fear me.
You are a Guardian of all, Dimitri, not the dreaded Sange rau. You will have to think of yourself as a Guardian always.
Clearly, Skyler didn't understand his desire, his need to be Sange rau, even if just for a moment, to rip out the throats of his tormenters, the ones who came around when Zev wasn't near. They kicked him, spit on him, and some even dared to get close enough to use their fists on him. They deliberately shook and jarred his body in the hopes that the hooks would tear at his flesh and the silver race for his heart.
Their hatred was tangible. Facing them, being in their midst, he knew Mikhail Dubrinsky, the prince of his people, could never change the minds of such fanatics. Their hatred ran deep, taught to them by generations of hatred. He had done nothing to them. In fact, he had come to the aid of their kind. Gunnolf and Convel, the two he had saved, were the worst of his tormenters and seemed to take it personally that he hadn't died quickly.
Dimitri had never known such a thing as hatred. He hunted the vampire, but he was completely emotionless when he did so. It was a matter of honor, of duty, never personal. A vampire was evil and he murdered innocent men, women and children. He had to be brought to justice. There was no joy in the taking of a life, any life. This experience taught him what hatred was. Had it not been for Zev's compassion, he might have decided the Lycan species was not worth saving and he would have been just as bad as they were.
Josef is back. He'll bring me close to the camp and leave me to make my way. I have a path to take and I can sense the presence of the Lycans, Skyler informed him. And, my beloved, lest you think you really would form these narrow opinions, I can assure you, that is your pain and your fear for me talking to you, the lack of sustenance and your weakness. I see into your mind and there are no such true feelings. You can't hold evil in your heart or mind, Dimitri, that is not who you are.
Dimitri let out his breath. Skyler always brought comfort. She was a young woman, yet her soul was old, and matched his perfectly. She could play and tease, but there was always that distance in her, that part of her that knew monsters lived in the world. Human monsters, vampires and wolves. She already had experiences no young girl should ever have had and now she was facing brutal wolves--the ones declared to be good.
The Lycans surrounding him were no rogues. They didn't hunt and kill humans for food. They lived among them. They even protected them. Yet . . . None of it made sense. Dimitri could tell it didn't make sense to Zev either.
Be safe, sivamet. Without you . . . Would he stay the man she believed him to be? The one she saw and had such faith in?
If they killed her, would he become the very thing they detested to give himself a chance to kill them all? Or would he follow her to the next life and go to her clean and with honor? He wished he knew the answer. He was weary beyond endurance. Sometimes, his mind played tricks on him. He knew he was close to the end. If she didn't succeed, he honestly didn't know how much longer he could hold on without going mad.
Skyler felt Dimitri's despair. She had known all along that the brutal torture had sapped his strength. With his lack of sustenance for over two weeks and no rejuvenating sleep, it was only Dimitri's will of iron keeping him going.
The night breeze felt good on her face. Her nerves had been all over the place, but once Josef had returned for her and she was on her way, all she could think about was reaching Dimitri, freeing him, and holding him close to her. Nerves were gone. They would live or die this night--but they would do it together. If they didn't make it, Dimitri would know she loved him enough to risk everything for him, and she would know she'd done her absolute best. She couldn't ask for anything more.
Josef put her down in the middle of a thick stand of trees, exactly where she directed him. He kept his arms around her, holding her tight against his body, saying without words how much she meant to him, the family he didn't really have. She hugged him just as hard, conveying her love. Neither risked telepathic or verbal communication. She didn't feel any Lycan close, but all the same, they preferred their silent exchange. Josef dropped a kiss on the top of her head and left her abruptly.
Skyler let her breath out. She was on her own now. Dimitri's escape depended solely on her. This was her time. When a woman tied herself to a man like Dimitri, she knew he would be a dominant, no matter how gently or tenderly he treated you. She might never be able to give of herself the way she could in this moment. She was his equal here. She could fight with him. She could save him.
She let her senses stretch out, slowly, a quiet stealth, reaching into the night, searching for the markers that were Lycan. She knew their origins. She knew their birthplace. Like Mother Earth she could discern their heartbeats and their primal needs. She knew how the pack thought and worked.
Skyler lifted her hand, palm facing down, and moved it slowly just above the ground. Like a magnet, the pull went to her right. She put her booted foot on the untraveled grass. At once she felt the grasses urging her to move forward. She jogged, the soil cushioning her footfalls, preventing sound from traveling through the night.
She knew the Lycans so well now. Their sense of hearing and their sense of smell were so acute that it was important to remain absolutely silent. As she jogged, she used a small spell to mask the sound of the air moving in and out of her lungs.
That which is my breath
Now may not be heard.
That which is my body,
Now must be silent.
She tr
usted Mother Earth to keep her footsteps silent. The Lycans actually could feel the footsteps of those they hunted through the vibrations. They had so many gifts, but they had a few weaknesses, just like every species, and she intended to exploit each one.
The pack hunted together and few were comfortable without their pack-mates. Even among the elite hunters, those who chased down rogue packs, the members rarely were without their companions. Only a few, like Zev, were able to rise above that driving force to be safe and comfortable within their group.
Lycan packs had a tendency to position their guards in a way that best protected the center of their group, mainly to protect their children. Like the Carpathians, children were a rarity, and guarded closely. Although there were no women or children in this camp, the formation had worked for centuries and had become instinctive. She knew the approximate location of every guard surrounding the encampment. In this case, with no children, Dimitri had been placed in the center of the camp. The Lycans had set up around him and the guards were on those outer boundaries.
She knew how many meters out each guard would go before they considered it too far. The very footprints of the Lycans were etched into the land and the land shared information with Skyler. She jogged, careful to keep her clothes from brushing branches, moving toward Dimitri. She could feel him now, and her heart sang. Adrenaline flooded her body and she wanted to weep with joy. This had been a long, arduous journey. She'd been so afraid for him. Now, she was close to freeing him.
As she approached the quadrant of the first guard, she slowed her pace. The ears and nose of a Lycan were so much better than her own. She knew if a vampire was near--her Dragonseeker blood assured that--but wolves were different. Now it was Mother Earth she relied on, and the hints were subtle.
She felt the slight check of the ground beneath her feet, almost as if the surface switched from a carpet of soft grass to sand. She halted immediately and drew in long, slow breaths. She'd tied her hair back and slipped the braid inside the dark, mottled clothing Josef had provided for her. The weapons she'd requested were in the pockets of her cargo pants. She had come prepared to fight Lycans and she knew every weapon she would need. She also had brought along the tools necessary to protect the Lycan in Dimitri.
The back of her neck tingled, another subtle alarm. She sank down behind a shrub and went very still. The guard patrolled but clearly he didn't really think he was going to find anything. He relied exclusively on his sense of smell and his hearing. They were expecting Carpathians to attempt to rescue Dimitri and they believed they would feel aggressive energy coming at them before the Carpathians arrived.
She circled around in the opposite direction of the guard's movements in order to get in front of him. Behind her trotted a curious little fox. This time he followed exactly in Skyler's footsteps, marking his territory quite thoroughly, masking any scent she might have left behind. She noticed the moment the sandy soil turned back to a welcoming grass carpet and she picked up her pace again. The next circle would be closer, but she was inside.
She felt a burst of triumph and had to tamp down the desire to share her success with Dimitri. So far the Lycans hadn't detected their strange brand of telepathy or become suspicious, but after meeting Zev, Skyler didn't want to take any chances. She hurried along the faint trail, winding in and out of the trees. She walked fast, resisting the urge to jog. The inside guards were always stationed in a vee formation from the outside guards, to better keep out the enemy.
The path veered to her left. She slowed down even more, moving cautiously along the cushion of grass, dark now in the thick of the trees. Her feet felt the way more than her eyes saw, but still she trusted the way Mother Earth had provided.
A twig snapped off to her right and she held her breath. The guard had changed direction and was moving toward her, not away. The little fox trotted off in his direction. She heard the little creature bark a warning and the Lycan gave an explosive burst of laughter. Almost immediately the guard turned back, certain he had come close to a fox den and the male had given him notification that he'd better go away.
Lycans were essentially wolves, children of the forest, and they guarded the wildlife as carefully as Dimitri always had. She found it ironic that he had cared for wolves and given them sanctuary for most of his life, and yet the Lycans had turned on him.
She inched past the second guard's quadrant and now she was deep in the inner circle. This was where the main pack would be scattered, camping, perhaps using the few cabins, but any could be out for a walk.
She felt the pull of her lifemate now. Strong. So strong. His agony burst through her like an inferno out of control. She crouched low and fought down the need to vomit. She hadn't counted on feeling his pain just because they were in close proximity. She should have thought of that possibility. There was no way she could get closer without some sort of protection. Again, she called on her mage blood to aid her.
Mother of my blood,
I call upon you,
Surround me, cloak me,
Abolish this pain,
So that I may continue.
Drawing several deep breaths, Skyler continued to follow the path. Twice, it veered away from where the pull to Dimitri was the strongest, but she trusted the earth to guide her and she kept to the path. Both times, she caught a glimpse of a small cabin sheltered beneath trees.
Then she saw him. She hadn't prepared for that sight either. Nothing could have prepared her. He was still a distance from her, hanging by hooks and nothing else from a thick tree branch. The sight was sickening. His body was blackened, burned from the silver chain that literally ate into his flesh. His neck had at least three loops around it, his forehead one. But his body was chained all the way down so that he appeared to wear a robe of silver.
His face was so ravaged with pain, she wanted to cry. There were dark circles under his eyes. His skin was pulled tight around his skull, his cheeks hollow. Clearly they had been afraid to unwrap the chain long enough to cut away his clothing, so they'd just slipped a knife inside and along each winding wrap slashed at the material in an effort to keep the silver in contact with his skin. They hadn't cared whether or not the blade of the silver knife had cut open his flesh. She could see where he had bled in hundreds of places onto the chain.
She wanted to drop to her knees, cover her face and sob. How could one living being do such a thing to another? How much would you have to hate? Shaken, she pressed her hand to her mouth and forced herself to study him.
She could see where the hooks tore into his body and held him prisoner. Twelve of them, six down each side. She knew each location because blood welled from beneath those chains and smeared over them. Tiny beads of blood dotted his forehead and ran down his face. He stayed as still as possible, but the pain had to be excruciating, even without the silver traveling through his body toward his heart.
My love. Her voice wobbled. She choked on the lump in her throat. She knew it was bad, yet she hadn't imagined--this.
He didn't move or give away that she was so close. He kept his eyes closed. His head down. But she felt his love.
I shouldn't have waited. The moment I heard, I should have set out after you.
You are here now. Can you feel them watching me? He meant it as a warning. There is someone always watching.
I feel them. I have come prepared for that. In all our conversations over these last years, I did pick up a few things from you. And Josef is a mini-general. He is very good at planning a battle, even one such as this, where we hope to escape unnoticed.
He didn't ask her how. He knew she had a plan and he gave her the trust she deserved. She'd gotten to him against impossible odds.
She stayed in the shadow of the brush, a few meters from Dimitri. This night, she would be the very thing she'd always despised in herself. This night, she had to rely on the mage--the hated mage--that she now found she embraced with all of her heart. It was the mage in her that would save Dimitri.
Digg
ing her feet deeper into the soil, she raised her hands in front of her, keeping movements small and called on the four elements.
I call upon Air, breathe forth a tempest of might.
I call upon Earth, bring forth your trembling might.
I call upon Fire, bring forth your flames.
I call upon Water, wash away that which remains.
At once the wind increased, short little microbursts that shook the tallest of the trees. An ominous crack was loud in the silence of the night. The top of a very heavy tree came crashing down, right on a cabin some distance away. Branches and trunks plunged through the thin roof and landed in the small confines, one of the branches landing directly in the fireplace. Flames shot up the branch, and reached the trunk just as another burst of wind fanned the blaze.
Shouts came from every direction. The earth beneath her shook with footsteps as the Lycans converged on the conflagration. The cabin went up fast, and they had to hurry to keep the fire from spreading to the neighboring trees and other huts. Many of the little structures used dried branches and needles and mud for a roof.
When she was certain every Lycan was engaged in saving their camp, she turned her attention to the hooks. She had to get him down first.
That which is hooked and made to hold,
I unmake your properties so you release and unfold.
Air, I call upon you, float him gently down.
Keep us safe from all sight and sound.
I call upon Earth, take him into your arms,
Surround him, protect him, keep him from harm.
Fire I call you, cauterize his wound.
Burn that which is bleeding, so it may not seal our doom.
Water, I call thee forth, your healing might,
Wash away that which is blood
So there is no scent,
No sight.
Dimitri's body nearly dropped to the ground, but she was able to send a cushion of air beneath him to float him down. Skyler didn't let the joy sweeping through her take control. Removing the hooks from his body had been the easy part. Now there was that terrible chain embedded in his very skin. He lay helpless in the thick grass, the chains wrapped tight, biting into flesh and in some spots, bone.