The Mystic Wolves

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Nineteen

"Let's go," I said, as we parked just beyond the property near the end of a long driveway.

Stripping the helmet off, I placed it on the seat, and moved toward a row of hedges. Hiding myself, as I stared up at the house. I still wasn't able to forge another connection with Mason, but I tried to sense him again. Daniel and he were both in there. I just knew it.

"Slow down, Darcy," Devlin said, dragging me to his side. "I told you I'd get you here, but you play by my rules. First thing we're going to do is wait for back up. With more of us, we'll be better prepared for whatever game Avery is playing."

It had been a while since I'd visited this part of town. A place rich in history, it was rumored to be filled with hauntings and strange occurrences, but all I saw was large, expensive houses and beautiful landscaping. As I gazed around at the different kinds of trees, I felt a slight tug around my heart.

Mason.

Taking in a deep breath, centering myself, I relaxed a little to encourage my senses to continue reaching out. Sure enough, after a few moments, I felt a stronger pull, and I knew with a surety, Mason was inside.

I glanced back at Devlin, and saw him reaching into his pocket. Removing his buzzing phone, he answered it, his back now to me. I couldn't wait for him. The longer I did, the more I risked losing the signal.

"We need to go, Devlin. The connection has reestablished. I can feel him." I grabbed the back of his shirt, yanking as I started to move up the driveway.

"We're out of time. Get here as soon as you can." He ended the call, and grabbed my hand, taking the lead. We moved across the lawn, not stopping until our feet hit the front porch. The tug was more insistent now, and with one last careful glance around—finding no one—we entered the house.

As my eyes adjusted to the dim lighting, I was stunned by the opulence of the foyer. Beautifully crafted paintings hung on the walls, one a family portrait, and the other of children playing. A grand staircase stole most of the room's focus, with elegant carvings of rich mahogany, leading up to a second floor.

Looking around, I pondered what direction we should go.

"Which way now, Darcy?" he asked, his stance alert as he gazed about us.

My nose caught a scent. It was faint, but it was definitely werewolf. Leading him to the nearest room, we peered into what looked like a parlor. I instantly recognized it as the room everyone had met in.

"They were here," I spoke, taking a few seconds to check for evidence.

Devlin entered, giving it a quick scan, but I sensed nothing.

Trying not to be discouraged, I went back into the foyer and closed my eyes, Devlin returning to my side.

I dug down deep, channeling all my energy, and without over thinking it, I began to walk, letting my senses direct me. We passed another room, turning down a hallway that led by a kitchen.

We came across a smaller set of stairs—ones that looked like it would take us to a cellar or basement. The feeling of Mason grew stronger, placing one foot in front of the other, we began our descent.

I tried to tell myself I had nothing to worry about, and I felt the reassurance come from my wolf. She was alert, watching closely to see what would happen. Using the handrail to keep my balance, I finally reached the bottom and found there was a doorway.

There was a loud crash from the floor above, and the sound of voices shouting. Devlin reached for his boot, pulling out a dagger, and moving back toward the stairs, he ordered me to find somewhere to hide.