The Captive

Chapter 25: Bandits?

Scar's POV

When I got out of bed, making sure not to wake her, I knew I hated myself already.

My wolf raged on to protect his mate at any cause, but would shrink away when he remembered how much she would hurt when she realized we'd left.

He was warring with himself, and personally so was I, but I knew if I wanted to keep this community and the people that were so dear to me safe I would have to go and hunt down this witch. 

I would need to gather the Vampyres, rally with them, and make peace with them. I recognized now the need that had not been there before; to protect someone who without, you would die.

I had changed knowing that I had a mate. Before, I would have gladly gone to war with the Vampyres over Kendra's death, but now I was willing to make up with them.

I knew it wouldn't be easy, and things would be tense, possibly for years, but I was willing to try anything if it meant not compromising my mate.

I would go now and do everything in my power when I got back to make it up to Vasilisa for leaving her.

I reached up and gently stroked her hair away from her face. I observed how her bare body was wrapped seductively in the thin sheet, showing enough skin to tempt any man with working eyes.

She was an angel.

I pulled away, knowing if I stayed any longer I would not leave, and quietly headed out.

As I met Talon on the edge of town, he wasn't looking any happier than I was.

I eyed him in question and the look his gave me said it all: remorse.

"Come on, man. We can run and hate ourselves along the way, at the same time." I said, clapping him on the back.

We shifted and ran.

Vasilisa's POV

It was starting to get dark and I knew I wasn't a quarter of the way there.

That's what happens when you set off on a nearly two-day trip mid-day.

I really didn't want to set a fire and go to sleep, but considering the only sleep I'd had in two days was love-making induced and it could barely be considered a nap, I needed the sleep.

I found a small clearing just off the path and set up a camp.

I didn't light a fire, but I did tie my bag on a high branch so it was less likely that any predators would be able to eat it. If squirrels happened to attack, though, I was shit out of luck.

I fell asleep peacefully enough, though, my sleep was interrupted with nightmares per the usual.

I knew I was forgetting something. I didn't realize that something would be the potions that helped me get a full night's rest. I knew how vital they were to my sleep...and essentially my sanity.

It would be dawn in a few hours, and the earlier the start I could get, the better, so I shook off the bad feeling left by the dreams and got started on my day a little quicker than I had anticipated.

I realized that catching up to the two of them would be like trying to stand still and saddle a horse moving at full speed past you...so impossible at this point.

In fact, I didn't really plan this out.

I stopped my progression along the path to Dentrow.

What the hell was I going to do?