I hadn't even been able to touch her. There was no way I could lose her. Even though my mind reminded me there was no proof she was still in the area, I couldn't stop worrying about her safety with all of this going on.
"We'll find Crystal," Cade assured me with a hand on my shoulder pulling me out of my dark thoughts. I nodded. I had to believe we would.
I nodded again as I took one last look at the murdered werewolf who hadn't stood a chance.
So far we had eleven dead werewolves, and not many clues. There had been one human injured but we had no idea who she was. We knew whoever was doing this was either a werewolf disguising themselves with wolfsbane or something entirely different.
I didn't want to think that there was a creature, human-like, that could do that to a werewolf. But something nagged at me.
"What did they do with the human female who got injured?" I asked, narrowing my gaze at the evidence of the attack.
"Maybe he took her with them."
"But why?" I asked.
Cade shrugged his broad shoulders.
Had the rogue attacked the human and the killer had intervened to save the girl?
We didn't have natural enemies. Our only enemies tended to be werewolves from other packs, or rogues.
I rubbed my temple as I took all the details in one last time so I could make sure I didn't miss anything. We had to find a way to figure out what was going on or I had a feeling there would be far more dangerous consequences than a few dead rogues.
Crystal
I felt groggy when I opened my eyes. I was lying on a small bed covered with a large gray blanket. A small lamp beside the bed was lit and I looked around the bare room trying to figure out where I was. My heart sped up as fear and panic set in. In the fog of my mind I tried to remember what had happened.
When the last memories I had came flooding back, I sat up and pushed the blanket off me. My arm ached and I held it to my chest. It had been cleaned and bandaged. I swung my legs to the side of the bed and as I looked down I saw I was dressed in new clothes.
For a moment I panicked, thinking they had gone through my bag, but then I realized the clothes weren't mine. They were a size too big, and black. They had obviously cleaned me up once they had seen to my wound.
Where the hell was I? I remembered Flynn, the dark stranger who had helped me. He was going to get someone to see to my arm and then he was going to take me home. But then I had passed out.
I stood up quietly and walked to the door. It was closed. Feeling frightened, I opened the door softly and peered into the passage. It was empty. I had to get out of here as quickly as possible. I thought of Flynn and what he was able to do. I knew what he was and I had to get away before he discovered my true identity. My life depended on it.
The stories I had been told had ensured I knew how dangerous my existence was. Thankfully, the wolfsbane hadn't worn off, so to them I was still human but it wouldn't last. I needed my backpack. That thought made me hesitate before I stepped backward.
There was a small closet and I walked over to it. When I opened it and found my backpack at the bottom of it, I felt relief. I retrieved it before closing the closet door as quietly as I could.
Now that I had what I needed, the next thing I needed to do was to get out of here as quickly as I could. Slinging the backpack over my shoulder, I made my way out of the room.
I walked down the hallway slowly, taking in my surroundings. It was quiet, a silence that chilled me right down to my bones. I kept reminding myself they had no idea I wasn't anything more than a human girl who had been in the wrong place at the wrong time and who had been attacked by a vicious rogue.
Most of the half dozen doors I passed were closed. The ones that were open were rooms like the one I had just left. The hallway opened up and I found myself at the top of a set of stairs. I was in a massive house. As I looked down the stairs I could see a massive foyer that led to a set of double doors. My way out.
I took a deep breath and let it out before I started to descend the stairs as quietly as I could. My hope that I would be able to escape without anyone seeing me was dashed when I got the bottom of the stairs and I heard a voice say, "And where do you think you're going?"
Stunned, I stopped, feeling my heart hammer in my chest as adrenaline pumped into my veins. I turned to the owner of the voice and found myself staring at a man I had never met before.
If Flynn was intimidating, this guy scared me to death. His dark eyes studied me. Could he tell I was hiding something?
"I…" I started to say.
"Flynn brought you in," he said, taking a step closer to me. His cold eyes swept over me and it took everything in me to remain where I was. "You were badly injured and you needed to rest."
There was no emotion in his voice despite his words. There was a coldness and lack of emotion that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. He was as tall as Flynn with dark brown hair with gray flecks on the sides cut short and neat. His dark brown eyes had no warmth as they held mine.
I didn't know this man but I didn't like him or trust him one bit. I hadn't known Flynn either but somehow I trusted him. There was no logical explanation. It was more a gut feeling that told me to stay away from this guy because he was dangerous.
