Sacrifice of Love (25 page)

Elle’s eyes never left Alina’s as she answered, “The dark forest in the realm of the fae.”

Alina stumbled back and nearly touched one of the trees again, but caught herself and pulled back. Her eyes grew wider and she shook her head, attempting to deny the words that penetrated her ears. “That can’t be,” she whispered, “It’s not possible.”

“I know,” Elle agreed, “but our presence here suggests otherwise.”

“I hate to break into this obviously shocking moment, but could you please share with us what you know so that we can properly freak out?” Jen asked matter-of-fact like.

“It’s not something that is talked about, ever,” Elle told her.

“Well circumstances have changed, so I think it’s time to start talking about the fae’s dirty little secret.”

“I think we better all sit down for this,” Alina told the group.

“Crap,” Jacque murmured, “it’s never a good sign when they tell us we need to sit down.”

“Have to agree with you there wolf-princess. It usually means they’re about to drop a new supernatural creature in our laps and I swear if it’s a sparkling vampire then I’m going to push someone off the ledge of ridiculousness we are all perched on like morons,” Jen huffed as she sat on the ground, attempting at gracefulness, but failing miserably because of her swollen belly.

“Is it a giant centipede that releases slimy secretions as it crushes everything around it?” Sally asked.

The group collectively turned and looked at the healer with furrowed foreheads and raised eyebrows.

“What?” she mumbled. “It could happen.”

“Okay, I take it back. Sparkling vampires are a step up from Sally’s random slime infested centipede. Where did you come up with that, gypsy? I mean is that your
one
great fear like people who are terrified of spiders? What would fear of giant centipedes be called anyways? Pede-acrophobia?” All the eyes had now swung around to Jen who didn’t seem to notice the incredulous looks.

“If you girls are quite done, I can enlighten you as to why Elle and I are so shocked at our appearance here,” Alina waited.

“Ignore me,” Jen told her. “It’s the hormones. Being pregnant has somehow caused me to ramble about completely unimportant things and expect others to care. I’ll be crying in a minute.”

Lilly patted Jen's leg sympathetically before turning back to Alina.

“A very long time ago, before even I was born, and before the great purge of the witches, there was an evil that was unleashed in the realm of the fae,” Alina paused and looked at Elle. “Maybe you should tell it since you lived through it.”

Elle nodded, but didn’t look pleased with the idea. She pulled her knees up to her chest and glanced down at the ground. Her face glazed over as she allowed herself to be pulled back into the past, a past better left forgotten. “The fae have always been the most powerful of the supernatural beings. I have often questioned the Fates’ wisdom of giving one race such supremacy. Power can be very heady. It beguiles the wielder and seduces with the promise of greatness, all the while hiding the truth behind the shiny exterior. Sacrifice is the most important part of being the strongest. Those who refuse to make sacrifices, but instead use the power for selfish gain, begin to rot on the inside. With every act of self-indulgence or with every choice of turning a blind eye to those in need, a piece of that person dies. They become blind to their own egocentricities and so drunk on the authority that all they desire is more and they will do anything to acquire it. We have seen that first hand with Desdemona, but she was not the first."

“One of our own, the most powerful of our people, abused his power, and he sacrificed many using their blood and spirits to fuel his need for more. There was so much malice in him and so much desire to conquer and rule that his very presence began to kill our land. Not only was his evil killing everything around him, but he also was creating offspring from human children, and they were given the title of witch or wizard.”

“Shut! Up!” Jacque’s words were echoed by others. “The fae were the creators of the witches?”

Elle frowned. “No, only one fae was responsible. Volcan. I will only say his name once because names are powerful. He is the one who created the witches and wizards. He used his own blood to fill them with his magic, and then he released them back into the human world. Blinded by his need to defeat and control, it never dawned on him that his creation might turn from him and seek out their own desires. Once we realized what he was creating and letting loose, we knew he had to be stopped. He couldn’t be allowed to destroy the human world. So we destroyed him. It was a long and bloody fight with many lives lost. But in the end we killed him.”

“If he’s dead, why is this forest still on lockdown…and so creepy?” Sally asked.

“Sometimes the infiltration of evil is so profound, so abundant, that it cannot be uncontaminated. There was nothing we could do to purge the evil inside so we had to contain it. That way it could not seek out those who might be easily swayed by its lure.”

The group was quiet as they digested the information, once more blindsided by the happenings in the supernatural world. It was Jacque who finally broke the silence.

“Why is it a big deal that we not know about this? I mean I can understand that you might be worried another fae would seek out the power, but what do the wolves have to do with it?” Jacque could tell she had asked the one question they had been hoping no one would.

Alina glanced at Elle before she spoke, “I think that is enough speaking about such dark things, for now, especially since we are sitting in the home of those dark things.”

Jacque decided to let it be for now, but only because of the haunted look that peered out at her from behind Alina’s stoic demeanor.

“So what’s the plan?” Lilly asked.

“Stay alive,” Crina muttered.

“That’s always a good one to start with,” Jen agreed.

“Okay, let’s think a little broader than stay alive,” Lilly amended.

“Are any of you able to use your bonds?” Alina asked as she glanced at each of the mated females.

“I lost contact with Costin at some point when we were surrounded in darkness,” Sally answered.

“I got nothing, but then that’s not news,” Jen said.

“Nothing here,” Jacque added.

Crina shook her head at Alina and Elle shrugged.

“This feels different than just the bond being closed,” Sally stood and began to pace as she talked. “It’s like the bond is nonexistent, like it never was.”

Alina nodded. “I agree. We’ve all been experiencing the usual pain of being separated from the males, but it is important that you pay attention to the intensity of the pain. If it begins to get worse, then that might mean that it is more than just the bonds being closed.”

“What do you mean
more
?” Lilly asked as she looked at Jacque nervously.

“It could mean that the bonds are being severed.”

“I’ve decided that I don’t want this news. Let’s rewind and go back to sparkling vampires,” Jen said sarcastically but her words lacked their usual humor.

“For now, we just wait,” Alina told them.

“Waiting sucks,” Jacque complained.

“Not just waiting, Jac, but waiting in a creepy forest where a sadistic, power hungry fae used to turn children into his little minions.” Jen smiled sweetly at her friend when Jacque growled at her.

“You’re not helping.”

“I’m pregnant. I’m not supposed to be helpful.”

“How long are you going to play that pregnant card?” Sally asked her.

“Uh, probably until I am no longer pregnant,” Jen answered with a smirk plastered on her face.

“You being pregnant sucks,” Crina jumped in and it brought a soft hum of laughter from the exhausted, weary group.

“Where could she have taken them?” Decebel asked for the tenth time. “It must be someplace that suppresses the mate bond.”

“What about the In-between?” Costin asked.

Rumbles of growls rippled through the room at the idea of the females in that horrid place.

“Good guess, but no cookie,” Peri said as she flashed into the library where everyone was gathered. “I’ve already checked; they aren’t there.”

“How did you check?” Fane asked.

“I have my connections,” Peri told him but offered no other explanation.

“Perhaps another realm?” Sorin said.

“I don’t know of any realms that would keep the bonds between mates from staying open,” Vasile answered. “And if there were, they would have to be saturated in dark magic.”

“Maybe they are here in the human realm but Lorelle or Reyaz have closed the bond somehow,” Adam offered. “It is well within a fae’s power to block the bond, for at least a little while if they know what they’re doing.”

“It would take a lot of power to do that with this many wolves,” Peri told him, “and to sustain it would take even more.”

“So what do we do?” Fane snarled in frustration. “We have nothing to go on, no leads or ideas, and we have no idea if our females are alright.”

“I know you are frustrated Fane. We all are,” Vasile’s voice was calm but his glowing eyes showed the truth of his emotions. He was every bit as concerned and angered as the rest of them, but he had to keep a level head for his mate and for the males who were desperate to find their own mates. “Wadim, I want you to do what you do best. Find information on all the realms, even ones that might have been forgotten. Peri, join him if you don’t mind.” Vasile turned and looked at Costin, Fane, and Adam. “You three head North, go on foot, and move quickly. Night is taking over and there are lots of things that come out to play at night, things that might have heard rumblings of Lorelle and Reyaz. Gather whatever information you can, and then come back here. Gavril, Sorin, Skender, and Drake, you will head South.

Cypher, I imagine if he shows himself it will be to you. So myself, Decebel, Thalion, and Alston will join you. We will head toward your mountain to see if his presence is still discernible. And if Cyn, Dain, and Nissa could stay here and add a little more protection, I would be grateful.”

Alston bowed his head to Vasile as a show of respect. “We are here to help, and they will guard it well.”

With a renewed sense of purpose, the males made their way out of the mansion and into the coming night.

Reyaz watched from the cover of trees as the males filed out of the mansion. The tension in their shoulders and purpose in their strides told him all he needed to know. They were searching for him. A smile spread across his face as he thought about the wild goose chase he had planned for them. Part of him wanted to tell them not to bother, they wouldn’t find him. And they needn’t worry about not knowing where their females were; he planned to tell them. They would never be able to rescue them, and he felt it a much more fitting form of torture that they know exactly where their mates were being held captive, yet unable to do a thing about it. He hadn’t originally planned on bothering with the wolves, but they were meddlesome, and he figured it was better to deal with them now. That way, in the future when he was ready to remove the species that had his mate’s blood on their hands, the wolves would not be there to stand in his way. Now all he needed to do was decide what to do with the females: what order to kill them in, where to kill them, and what method. There were lots of options and tons of possibilities.

As soon as the males had disappeared into the forest, he made his way to the front door of the mansion. He took out a folded piece of paper and slipped it in between the double doors. He mumbled a few words then smiled at the knowledge that they would only find the paper when it was time, when the game was in motion. And then he was gone as if he had never been there.