Kaylee and Damien (6th in werewolf series)

Chapter Twenty

"What's going on upstairs?" Angela demanded as Rotan looked over his tools of torture, carefully trying to decide which to use for round three of his play with the fat woman.

"Nothing for you to concern yourself with. At times, my father likes to have his slaves fight one another and provide him with entertainment." Rotan said looking uninterested in the noise above them. "Though he has bloodlust, he lacks the killer instinct when sex is not involved. I however do not lack that instinct." Rotan added as he grabbed what looked like a giant fish hook from the wall.

"Please, don't." Angela pleaded helplessly as he walked toward her with the hook. He smiled coldly as he ran the sharp, serrated tip over his lip and licked the droplets of blood that sprang up.

Angela thought of Jake and then suddenly the link was there. She could feel his rage and anger and she knew he was close. She tried to call out for him telepathically but could not. That wall was still there between them.

"That's not your father playing." Angela said, feeling some of her spirit come back now that she knew Jake had come for her.

"Then what is it, puppet?" Rotan asked distractedly as he laid the hook against the smooth, pale skin of her upper arm.

"It's all six feet five inches of my heavily muscled, trained to kill, pissed off werewolf, you perverted little psychopath. And I have a feeling he's coming to kill you."

"Wishful thinking." Rotan said coldly. "Just accept the fact that this is your life from now on, puppet." He slid the hook along her arm, leaving a line of blood that welled from her skin and dripped onto the stone table below and she cried out with pain.

The roar from above them, in response to her cry, could not be mistaken. Angela would recognize that roar anywhere, it was Jake. Rotan looked alarmed and quickly took the hook away from her arm and looked up at the ceiling as a loud crashing sound filled the air and the stones about three feet from the table Angela lay on cracked, and dust filled the air. There was a slight pause and then another thud and the ceiling crumbled. Two bodies fell to the ground beside them. One was a giant sub demon, clearly dead and the other was a growling, dark shadow, surrounded by dust.

The dust began to clear and Angela saw Jake's face. He looked angrier than she had ever seen him. There was a cold blooded, murderous look in his eyes that made a chill run down even her spine. He was crouched on the ground, with one hand on the crumbled stones at his feet bracing himself as he glared at Rotan, his golden eyes flashing and his black hair falling across his face.

"Jake!" Angela cried out with relief. She wasn't afraid for Jake's life. She knew that Rotan would be no match against him.

"Jake Collins, we've never had the pleasure of meeting. My name is Rotan and I've had the pleasure of your mates company the last few hours. I must say she's a fun one."

"I'm glad you had fun." Jake growled as he walked toward Angela and placed his body between hers and Rotan's. "Because you're going to die very soon." Before Rotan could reply, a yell filled the air and another body fell through the hole in the ceiling.

"Watch out, that first steps a doozy." Lane said from where he lay with his head bleeding on the crumbled stones. "I've come to rescue you, little sister. Just as soon as my head stops spinning." Lane pulled himself to his feet and Rotan, realizing he was outnumbered, ran for the door.

"Grab him!" Jake ordered and Lane jumped forward quickly and grabbed Rotan, yelling in pain when Rotan sunk the hook he'd been holding deep into his arm.

"You son of a..." Lane hissed as he tackled Rotan's skinny body to the ground and held him down by sitting on his back. "That fucking hurt." Lane said and he grabbed the hook from Rotan's hand and stuck it into the demon's ass cheek, causing him to let out a painful snarl.