Dark Wolf Rising (Bloodrunners) (10 page)

God, when she thought about what could have happened if he hadn’t shown up to rescue her, there was no “probably” about it. The guy was golden. A freaking saint!

Swallowing the lump of regret in her throat, she raised her knees beneath the sheet, wrapping her arms around them, and stared at the foot of the bed. “I’m sorry about all that crap I said to you before. I was wrong. You’re not a jerk. And the truth is that I should...I should have listened to you about the club. I can’t...or
couldn’t,
because of Perry. But I know you were only trying to keep me out of trouble. And last night...” She shivered, pulling her knees closer to her chest, and forced herself to find his gaze again...and hold it. “It could have been so bad without you. If you hadn’t rescued me, hadn’t gotten me out of there, hadn’t helped me afterward...I don’t know what I would have done.” She paused to take a deep breath, then quietly added, “You’re a good man, Eric. And I’m sorry for misjudging you.”

His expression was so guarded, it was difficult to read—but there was a smile in his voice as he said, “Yeah, well, I’m sorry for calling you an idiot.”

Her mouth twitched. “But you’re still thinking it, aren’t you?”

“No. I get what you’re doing. Hell, I’d be doing the same thing, if I were in your shoes. I just can’t stand the thought of you putting yourself in danger like that. It really pissed me off.”

“I noticed,” she offered wryly, thinking of the men he’d had to fight to get her out of there. “And while I’m at it, thanks for getting my bus fixed, too.” She didn’t know how he’d done it, but when she’d woken up yesterday morning, there’d been a note slipped under her door that said her bus was in the parking lot and was ready to go, complete with a full tank of gas.

She’d refused to think about how disappointed she’d been when she found that note. Grateful, yes. But there’d been an uncomfortable surge of regret, as well. Stupidly, she’d been hoping to get one more look at Eric Drake, thinking that he might bring the bus down himself. But he hadn’t. And she’d thought that was it. Thought she’d never see him again.

And now, in a bizarre turn of events, she’d spent the entire night with his hands on her body, thrusting inside her, making her come with violent, scorching waves of pleasure over and over again, until that damn drug had finally worked itself out of her system.

Finishing tying his second boot, he looked up and said, “I’m afraid the bus is probably a lost cause at this point.”

She sighed. “I figured as much.”

“Don’t waste time worrying about it right now. We’ll figure something out. The important thing is how you’re feeling. Does your head hurt?”

Rubbing her forehead, she said, “I have a bit of a headache, but it’s not too bad. And my eye hurts from where one of those jerks hit me. Is it bruised?”

“Just a little. We’ll grab you some aspirin on our way out of town.”

She gave a slow blink, feeling like she’d missed something. “Uh...where are we going?”

He leaned back in the chair with his hands resting casually on his muscular thighs, his gaze disturbingly direct, as if he was getting ready to bark out an order that he expected to be followed. But all that he said was, “First, let me ask you this. Are you going to keep searching for your sister?”

She raised her chin. “Yes.”

“And you’re low on money, aren’t you?”

She started to splutter. “That’s not any of your—”

He cut her off. “It’s a waste of time for you to get embarrassed. It won’t help anything, and I need you to be honest with me. How were you planning on paying for the search?”

She looked away for a moment, then back at him, shrugging her shoulders. “I decided yesterday that I was going to have to ask my parents to loan me some money. I’ve never had to do it before, but I put every cent to my name on the down payment for my condo. So all this
chasing down Perry
stuff couldn’t have hit at a worse time. They really don’t care about her one way or another, but I’m hoping they won’t say no. If they come through, then I’ll hopefully be able to hire someone who can help me track her down. If not, I’ll sell some stuff and keep looking for her myself.”

He leaned forward with his elbows braced on his parted knees, hands hanging loosely between his legs. It was one of those purely masculine poses that would have looked ridiculous on a woman, but fit a rugged guy like Eric to perfection. “Chelsea, you need to think about what’s happened. There’s a good chance I’d be signing your death warrant if I leave you here to deal with this on your own. And we need to make sure that you’re doing okay after the effects of the drug.”

Trying to hide her fear, she said, “I don’t need any medical attention. I’m fine. And you’ve already done enough to help me, Eric. More than any other man would have, that’s for sure, and I truly appreciate it. But this isn’t your problem.”

The brackets around his mouth deepened, his gray eyes glittering with streaks of silver that must have been a play of the light. “Those men from the club last night—they’re not going to let you just walk away from this. They more than likely searched your wallet, which means they now know your name, your address. They have the kind of connections that will let them get to you if they want to, Chelsea, even if you decide to run.”

“But you can stop them?”

He nodded. “With the help of my friends.”

She licked her lips, then carefully said, “I don’t understand.”

* * *

This was the part Eric had been dreading. The part where he had to persuade her that taking off with him was her best possible option, and not a scenario right out of some B-rated horror flick.

With a tired sigh that no doubt matched some dark smudges of exhaustion under his eyes, he said, “I want you to come up to the mountains with me. I can keep you protected there.”

“Would we be staying in the town where you live?”

“Not quite. Some friends of mine live with their wives in some cabins that aren’t far from the town. It’s the most secure place I can think of to take you. And not only will they help keep you safe, but they’ll be able to help us figure out what’s happened to your sister.”

Tears glistened in her eyes as she asked, “What do you think has happened to her?”

“I don’t know much more than you, Chelse. But based on what Maggie told you, I think she’s with a guy who has ties to the men who drugged you.”

“Oh, God,” she whispered, turning as white as a ghost.

“I hate to say it, but you need to be prepared for the worst—for the fact that Perry might already be dead.”

Her throat worked as she swallowed, lashes fluttering as she tried to keep her tears from falling. “You think that’s why they tried to keep me?”

“It could be. Or she could be somewhere they don’t want you to find out about. And if she
is
still alive, coming with me is your best chance at getting her back.”

For a moment, she just sat there, staring at some distant spot over his shoulder as she slowly rocked forward and back, the furrow on her brow telling him she was deep in thought. “What do you think it means?” she finally asked, bringing her worried gaze back to his. “The drug they gave me?”

Shaking his head, he said, “Nothing good.”

“That’s what I’m afraid of.” She shuddered, looking scared, and it was an expression Eric knew he would probably see again before the day was over. If he took her to the Alley, the others would insist she be told the truth about their species. It should have bothered the hell out of him, since there was a chance she might never come within ten feet of him again, once she knew what he was. But that wasn’t what was tying his insides into knots.

No, what really had him on edge was the fact that she’d be living right under his nose. There’d be nowhere for him to run, no way for him to escape, and he rolled his shoulder in a restless motion, feeling as if there was a cage closing in around him, trapping him inside.

Damn it, he should have never come down to Wesley. Should have never—

Yeah, and where would she be?
his wolf asked.
Trapped, some other Lycan’s plaything, at the mercy of his twisted instincts?

No, he couldn’t have let that happen.

So it’s time to suck it up and deal.

He choked back a snarl, irritated by the animal’s gloating tone. It was getting exactly what it wanted, which was more time to figure out the puzzle. More time with the human...time that was going to drive him out of his bloody mind.

How the hell was he going to get through this without begging her for another taste? One he knew damn well might end in disaster.

Why? You made it through last night without hurting her.

Yeah. And maybe he’d just gotten lucky. Maybe he’d—

“Eric?”

The sound of her voice jerked him from his thoughts, yanking him back to the moment. “Yeah?”

“Where were you?”

“Sorry,” he grated, scrubbing his palm over his stubbled jaw. “I was just thinking.”

Her head tilted a little to the side, the look in her blue eyes deep and curious. “What about?” she murmured.

Moving to his feet, he said, “We can talk about it later. Right now, we need to get going. Are you coming with me?”

He could feel her following him with her gaze as he moved around the room. “Are you sure your friends are willing to help?”

“Yeah, I am. But it’s going to take some trust on your part,” he said, gathering her jeans and panties off the floor and tossing them in her lap. “Can you manage that?”

With a scarlet blush burning in her face, she clutched the clothes to her chest and took a deep breath. “I can try.”

“Then let’s hurry and get out of here,” he muttered, hoping like hell that he wasn’t making the biggest mistake of his life as she ducked back under the sheet to get dressed.

Chapter Seven

T
o Eric, driving up to the Alley felt like a journey into the Underworld, with him starring in the infamous role of Hades. The deeper they went into the forest, the sharper his awareness of their differences became. Of his true nature...and her inherent vulnerability. If he wasn’t careful, there would be hell to pay—a single lapse in concentration or control bringing disastrous consequences. He felt as if he was tempting fate...thumbing his nose at rational, sane behavior. But his damn options were so limited. If he left her in Wesley, God only knew what kind of trouble she would get into...or what kind of trouble would find her.

No matter how he looked at it, the Alley really did seem like her best bet at surviving this nightmare—so long as he could keep himself on a tight leash.

Since they were both starved, they’d grabbed some breakfast sandwiches at a fast-food place before heading out of Wesley, as well as two large, steaming cups of coffee they were still sipping from, long after they’d made short work of the food. “So what was the story with the bus?” he asked, rolling his window down a little to let in some fresh air, since her scent was still seriously screwing with his head.

“What was wrong with it?” Tucking one leg under her body, she turned in her seat to face him. “It was...adorable.”

“Adorable, huh?” Eric slid her a laughing look from the corner of his eye. “That’s not exactly the image I think you’d go for. Did you have to buy it after losing a bet or something?”

“Not exactly.” Pushing her hair behind her ear, she gave a low laugh. “To be honest, I was feeling a bit...rebellious, when I bought it.”

He arched a brow. “Yeah?”

“I loved the bus as soon as I saw it, but only because I knew how much my father would hate it.”

“And that was a good reason to buy it? Annoying your father?”

This time, when she laughed, there was a touch of bitterness to the husky sound. “You have no idea.”

“You might be surprised,” he murmured, thinking they just might have something in common, after all.

“Oh, yeah? Is your father a world-class bastard, as well?”

“He was.” Just thinking about Stefan Drake had his insides twisting. “But he died five months ago.”

“Oh.” Her voice was soft. “Should I say I’m sorry?”

He snorted as he shook his head. “Only that it took so long to get rid of him.”

“That bad?”

Giving her words back to her, he said, “You have no idea.” And he wanted to keep it that way. “What about your own?”

He could feel the force of her gaze against the side of his face as if it were a physical touch—could sense the rise in her tension like it was his own. For a moment, he didn’t think she was going to answer, and then she turned her head forward, staring out the windshield, and said, “He’s...not a nice man. Hateful. Angry. The biggest misogynist you could ever imagine. He can’t even be bothered to worry about what’s happened to Perry.” The quiet words vibrated with a low frequency of rage. “When I called to tell him and my mother that she was missing, he actually said that it served her right for leaving home and that he hoped she got what she deserved.”

Eric shot her a sharp look of disbelief. “And you thought this man would be willing to loan you money to keep searching for her?”

She gave a tired shrug. “Not without a long, drawn-out fight. And I probably would have had to sign over the deed to my condo.”

“You’d have been willing to do that?”

When she nodded, he said, “She’s a big girl, Chelsea. Why do you feel so responsible for her?”

Turning her head toward him again, she gave him a disappointed frown. “You have a sister. Wouldn’t you feel responsible for tracking her down if she went missing?”

“I would.” He almost tacked on a
But I’m a guy,
and caught himself just in time. There was no telling what she would have done to him if he’d made such a sexist comment. “But you’ve gone above and beyond the duty of a sister. There’s a story there. That’s all I’m saying.”

She looked away again, and it was a moment before she started to give him an explanation. “There’s a big age difference between me and Perry,” she said in a quiet, kind of halting voice. “I left for college when she was only eleven. She was so upset, but I promised that I’d stay close, so I could be there for her if she ever needed me. But I didn’t, and I wasn’t.”

“You were young,” he murmured, understanding now that her actions were driven by the powerful combination of love and guilt. “You can’t be blamed for wanting to get away from home and starting a life of your own.”

“That’s no excuse,” she said, shaking her head as she wrapped her arms over her middle. “I knew what life was like with my father. How intolerable it was. It just...it felt so good to be away from him. I couldn’t stand going back...so I didn’t. Not like I should have.”

“And so you and Perry grew apart?”

“Yeah.” She sighed, then said, “I finally came back to Smythe last year, to be closer to her. But things have been so busy at the university, I’ve barely seen her since I started teaching.”

“Women’s Studies, right?” He kept his eyes on the road as he steered around a low-hanging branch from one of the forest trees, then slid her a wry grin. “What exactly is that, anyway?”

“We study the role of feminism in modern society, looking at social paradigms and how they relate to women, with a focus on how women are objectified and subjugated by men.”

“Sounds intense,” he remarked, making a mental note never to let his sister within twenty feet of this woman. There’d be no freaking living with her.

Obviously on a roll, Chelsea said, “Heaven and Hell is a perfect example of how women are diminished to the role of sexual objects in today’s society.”

“Can’t argue with that.” Feeling the need for a smoke, Eric reached for the pack of cigarettes he’d bought the day before and lit one up. After taking a few deep drags, he said, “But what I don’t get is how your sister could have stomached working there.”

“You wouldn’t think it was so surprising if you knew Perry. She craves adventure. This is probably all some big adrenaline trip for her. She’ll think it’s all been a huge laugh, until she ends up dead in a ditch somewhere,” she finished sourly.

They rounded the next bend in the road, and the conversation was suddenly forgotten as Chelsea leaned forward in her seat, staring through the windshield at the cabins up ahead that were just visible through the trees. “Is this it?”

“Yeah, this is the Alley.”

“It’s an unusual name.”

“I’ve never really thought about it,” he lied, knowing damn well that the name came from the racial slur “back-alley mongrels” that someone from the pack had once applied to the half-human Runners who lived there. He took another slow drag on the cigarette, needing it to calm the tension that was steadily building in his system.

“I mean, I always think of alleys as being dark and creepy. But this place is gorgeous.”

Eric had to agree. The Alley
was
stunning, built in a secluded, slightly sloping glade and surrounded by the wild, natural beauty of the forest. It housed the Runners’ individual residences, since they lived separately from the pack. There were ten cabins in all, though Runners only lived in six of them, with Eric taking the seventh. And thanks to some hard work, they had all the modern amenities there in the Alley, from power to hot water and high-speed internet access, just like they did up in Shadow Peak.

He parked the truck beneath the shade of an oak tree, beside one of the rustic, porch-fronted structures. “This is the cabin I use when I’m here.”

* * *

Climbing out of the truck, Chelsea took a deep breath of the crisp, fresh mountain air, her eyes a little wide as she took in the surreal setting. Sunlight filtered into the clearing through the leafy trees, casting dazzling splotches of gold across the grassy carpet. It was like something out of a fairy tale, which sent a shiver of unease down her spine. Fairy tales always came with monsters, and she couldn’t help but feel that there was something
unnatural
about this strange, primordial place.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, obviously noticing her shiver as he came around the front of the truck to join her.

“I don’t know. I just get the feeling that there’s something...different about this place.” Turning to face him, she asked, “What is it you said your friends do again?”

“They hunt a lot, among other things.”

A frown wove its way between her brows. “You mean animals? Or people? Are they like bounty hunters?”

“You could say that,” he drawled under his breath, avoiding her gaze as he flicked his cigarette into the damp grass and crushed it out with the tip of his boot.

“Hmm. I seem to be
saying
everything, doing all the talking, while you’re being evasive.”

Bringing his gaze back to hers, he said, “Look, I know there’s a lot I need to explain. I just need you to be patient a little longer for me. Can you do that?”

“I guess I can try,” she muttered, wishing he would just talk to her now, rather than later. What was he waiting for?

As he held her stare, something primal and hot burned in his heavy gaze, the gray of his eyes looking impossibly bright in the dappled sunshine. “I promise that you’re safe here, Chelsea. I wouldn’t have brought you here if you weren’t.”

“I just don’t like not knowing what’s going on. Especially given the circumstances. I mean, I don’t even really know you.”

* * *

“And despite everything that’s happened,” Eric said in a low voice, “you still don’t trust me, either. Do you?” He couldn’t help but feel a little bitter about that, considering everything he’d done to protect her.

She got that pinched look that some women got when they were pissed. “That’s not fair.”

Eric snorted. “Yeah, well, life’s like that. And you’re old enough to have realized it by now.”

“What’s wrong with you?” She sounded baffled, and maybe even a little hurt. “Why are you acting like this?”

Because he was stupid, that’s why. Even though he knew anything between them was a nightmare in the making, his freaking feelings were hurt by the fact that she wasn’t happy about being stuck with him. He could see it in her eyes...hear it in her voice. And she was going to be even less happy when she learned what he was. It wouldn’t be right to keep it from her, with her staying here, and he wouldn’t do that to her. But he knew what it would cost him. Knew the wedge would be driven even deeper between them, and it pissed him off, tapping into some growing pool of anger that churned inside him.

He was losing her before he’d ever even had her, damn it, and it made him want to throw back his head and let out a long, furious, bloodcurdling howl.

Not that he could explain any of that to her. She’d probably just shoot back some smartass comment about how he must have missed his meds, and he figured he could do without the humiliation.

“Come on,” he grunted, jerking his chin toward the cabin. “I’ll show you around inside.”

He grabbed her pack from the truck, and they made their way up the porch and through the front door, into an open living area with high ceilings, the dining room and kitchen sectioned off from a large sitting room by a row of low bookshelves. The floors were hardwood, the walls painted the color of pale cream, with sturdy, rugged leather sofas and chairs.

Eric couldn’t take any credit for the decorating, since it had all been Elise’s doing—but he enjoyed the way Chelsea’s eyes widened, her jaw dropping a little as she looked around the place.

“The bathroom is in the back, between the master and guest bedrooms,” he told her, setting her bag down by one of the coffee-colored sofas. “Clean towels are under the sink. And there should be plenty of hot water, if you want to take a shower. I can grab mine later.”

“Thanks.”

“Are you tired?”

“Exhausted,” she admitted, covering a small yawn.

“Well, after your shower, you can lie down for a while and rest. Feel free to choose the master or the guestroom. But don’t go outside without me. I’ve got to run out for a while, so just wait for me to get back.”

Caution crept into her gaze, and he could detect a sliver of fear in her mouthwatering scent. “You make it sound like I’m some kind of prisoner.”

“Not at all,” he said, shaking his head. “I just need to bring the others up to date on what’s going on, and I don’t want you wandering around getting lost. I’ll send Torrance over to keep you company.”

That sliver of fear began to bleed into angry frustration. “I don’t need a babysitter, Eric. And who is Torrance?”

“She’s the wife of a friend named Mason. They live in one of the cabins here. You’ll like her, so be nice.”

“I always am!” she snapped, looking thoroughly insulted, her pale cheeks flushing with color.

He didn’t even bother to comment. He just snorted again.

“Though you’re being exceptionally rude—” she glared as she picked her pack up, settling it on her shoulder “—I’m still going to say thank-you again. For what you did last night.”

Her prickly tone goaded him into deliberately riling her. “Not necessary,” he drawled, giving her a slow smile. “You don’t ever have to thank me for making you come, Chelse.”

If he hadn’t been so irritated, he would have thought her reaction was priceless. She stumbled back a step, big blue eyes going all wide and shocked again. “I meant for
helping
me at the club,” she said after a moment, each word formed with slow, careful enunciation. “And you
can
be such a jerk!”

“Yeah. And you can be an uptight little bitch.” His gaze followed her stiff form as she stormed across the room. “We sound perfect for each other!”

“You wish!” she shot back over her shoulder. A second later, the bathroom door slammed shut, and Eric stood there in the middle of the floor with his arms crossed over his chest, wondering what exactly had just happened.

He wanted nothing more than to follow her into the bathroom, and right into the damn shower, but forced himself to make a quick change into some clean clothes, before heading back outside. It was necessary to put some distance between them, since each moment he spent in her company took him that much closer to the edge. Christ, the woman already had him acting like a friggin’ idiot!