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Tristan walked with purpose, giving me little time to scan the room around us. He gave a brief nod to one of the men standing in the room, and continued forward. We walked through another door, one that lead to a living room and a flight of steps. Tristan moved fast, darting through the living room and up the stairs with ease.
He walked down a thin hallway and unlocked one of the doors, stepping inside and shutting it behind us. I recognized the room, and knew I had come here when I visited Tristan through our one-sided bond. The walls were rough stone, the floor b**e except for a black shag carpet. A thick fireplace sat at one end of the room, a bright fire crackling within. At the other end was a bed and an oak dresser.
Another door sat at the far end of the room, hopefully a bathroom. My Father had to have been remodeling this place for years. The inside was too luxurious to have been done in the last few months.
Tristan sat me down on the large bed that sat at the other end of the room. The comforter felt like silk against my skin, red in color. It seemed the color red was an occurring theme in this place, a sad irony.
I resisted the urge to rub at my wrists as he removed the cuffs from my hands. I could see his form through the fabric. He had stopped at the edge of the bed and was looking down on me, but I couldn’t make out the expression on his face, only his large form and blonde hair.
“You can stop pretending now, Daisy.” Tristan’s voice called out, soft and somewhat grim.
Every instinct in my body was telling me to chuck the nearest heavy object at his head and make a run for it. I was in enemy territory, and even with Maya unconscious, I already wanted out. This place wasn’t my home, it was more a p****n than anything else. My home was with Nolan, with the pack he selflessly ran. My home was my Grandma, Sean, and Dadmy real Dad. As much as I already wanted out of this place, I was here for more than just Breyona and Giovanni.
“We have more pressing matters at hand, Daisy.” Tristan grunted.
His footsteps grew louder as he approached. I felt his fingers wrap around the thin fabric they had placed over my head. I gave him my best murderous glare as he yanked the bag from my head, his eyes both flickering with amusement and irritation.
I brushed the hair from my face, pulling myself into a sitting position on the bed as I glared daggers at
Tristan. My wrists were red and sore with what looked like rub b**n. I knew the irritation was from the silver, but the cuffs didn’t have enough to actually sear my skin. I could feel Maya stir in the back of my mind, but knew she wouldn’t be awake for a couple hours now. The lingering pain in my body told me it was still working to get the wolfsbane out of my system. There would be no shifting or contacting Nolan for the next few hours.
“There you go, beautiful.” Tristan nodded, his face looked as though it were chiseled from stone, scarred with severity.
“How’d you know?” I asked, surprised at how stubborn and strong my voice sounded.
“I’ve long learned not to underestimate you.” Tristan snorted, crossing his arms over his chest. “Also, you snore when you sleep.”
“I don’t snore.” I snapped, “And stop creeping on me while I’m sleeping.”
“You’re not the only one who knows how to tug the bond.” Tristan shrugged; a half-hearted smirk twitched onto his lips. “Besides, if I remember correctly, you visited me first. You left the door open, I simply stepped through.”
“Next time I’ll make sure the door’s shut, and locked.” My voice came out sarcastically sweet.
“You couldn’t just leave well enough alone, could you? You had to come running to save your friends.”
Tristan shook his head, pinching the bridge of his nose.
It seemed someone was in a sour mood today. I expected Tristan to practically dance with joy, rubbing my surrender in my face as he tried to weasel his way into my heartor pants. Instead of looking smug or joyful, Tristan looked irritated.
His blonde hair was pulled behind his head, the top half pulled back in a pony tail while the bottom half was draped over his broad shoulders. This time he wasn’t dressed to impress, but was wearing a casual t-shirt and a pair of loose jeans.
“I couldn’t leave them behind.” I replied, “She’s my best-friend.”
“And what about Giovanni?” Tristan asked, his eyes narrowing. “How quick you are to accept him, knowing what side he was once on.”
“People can change, Tristan.” I snapped, “He’s her mate, and he chose her. I’m willing to trust
Breyona’s judgement.”
“I hope you have a plan in place, Daisy.” Tristan’s voice was like ice, though something else flickered in the depths of his crystal eyes. “Now that he has you, he will never let you go.”
“I can handle it.” I replied, straining to keep my voice calm and confident.
“Can you?” Tristan asked, a single blonde eyebrow lifting in disbelief. I noticed a brief flash of pain in his eyes, though he quickly covered it up. “If you can truly handle it, answer a question for me. Why is the Alpha’s mark on your skin? Why can I smell him on you?”
“He’s my mate.” I grimaced, “That answers all of your questions.”
“If your Father sees his mark on your skin, if he smells his scent on you, he will k**l you both.” Tristan hissed lowly, “It was a stupid mistake, Daisy.”
“What am I supposed to do?” I snapped. “I let him mark me because he’s my mate. I slept with him because I love him. I can’t just remove his markand even if I could, I won’t.”
Low blow, my conscience told me. A felt a sharp stab of guilt as Tristan’s eyes darkened, freezing over.
His voice felt like shards of ice piercing my skin, making small beads of blood form along my body.
“You don’t need to remove it, just conceal it.” Tristan’s voice had dropped exceedingly low, “Ask the shadows to hide the mark and cover your scent.”
“And what about the men that brought me here?” I asked, my voice losing some of its previous venom.
“I sat in a car with them for who knows how long. They’ve already noticed my scent.”
“I took care of that the moment you arrived.” Tristan grunted, averting his eyes from my face and over to the crackling fire that warmed the room.
“You went inside their minds?” I asked, surprise staining my voice. “Your mind games don’t work on full-
blooded werewolves.”
“Luckily, most of the deceased Luna’s men are half-breeds.” Tristan replied, his eyes running over my face as he said the word ‘deceased’.
Tristan had gone inside of their minds, wiping the memory of my scent from existence. He had done that for me, to keep me alive. The somewhat selfless action surprised me, but that didn’t mean I was willing and ready to jump in bed with the man.
Somehow Tristan knew Luna Freya had died at my hands. I wondered if Brittany was here, living somewhere in this warehouse. It was a hopeful thought. I could k**l two birds with one stone, rescue
Breyona and Giovanni, and k**l Brittany.
“Don’t flatter yourself, I did it for completely selfish reasons.” Tristan grimaced, but I could see the lie burning away in his eyes, brighter than the fire that crackled in the room. “Go on, call on the shadows.”
“I’m not willing to pay their prices.” I shook my head, “They ask for too much.”
“That’s because you let them ask for too much.” Tristan sighed, “You know so little about what you can do. It’s a surprise you made it this far.”
“Gee, thanks.” I rolled my eyes, “How do I keep them from asking for too much?”
“More often than not, they’ll do favors for just a taste of some blood.” Tristan shrugged, “It’s the bigger favors that require unique and often unpleasant payment.”
Even Tristan knew more about the Shadows than I did, the thought was somewhat discouraging. I had no doubt that my Father could teach me so much, but I wasn’t willing to betray my entire pack for the information. I would rather remain in the dark and save the people I love than trade thousands of lives for power.
“Do you have a knife?” I asked, my voice hard with determination.
I would make it through this, I told myself. I would make sure Breyona and Giovanni were safe, I would give Nolan information that changed the outcome of this war, and I would come home to him.
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