Wehren - Beginnings (Book 1) & Redemption (Book 2) (on hold)

Chapter 12 - Redemptiion

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Chapter 12

**Tristan**

“What the hell were you thinking?” Damien yelled.

“I don’t know!” I snarled back. “Are you going to help me or not?”

“She can’t return your feelings, and she told you that, why did you continue? Are you f*cking crazy, or just a masochist?” my brother continued, ignoring my question. Unfortunately, I had this same conversation earlier today with my other brother, Vincent. I still did not have an answer, at least not one I would give to them.

“Yes, I will help you, but, if she is playing you, I will drain her dry myself. Do you understand?”  He growled, glaring at me, his grey swirling eyes darkening threateningly.

“She isn’t. I forced this, she doesn’t even know what I did. She just thinks she slept with me. I haven’t finished it, though. I did enough that now I can sense her. She whispers in my head.” I closed my eyes, connecting and letting my awareness float to her. She is agitated, annoyed even. I smiled, knowing Jax is the reason. I really dislike him. I know how much he wants her.

Opening my eyes I glance at Damien.  He is an older version of me, with shoulder length blonde hair and light grey eyes, which were now directed at me, anger simmering under the surface.

“This is going to be dangerous as sh*t. are you sure? Vincent is good with the situation, in fact I think he thinks it will be fun. It would be both of you, protecting her. Darius and Julius know me, I can’t be there, in the open.” I ran my hand through my hair and leaned against the wall of my living room, where this conversation was taking place.  Damien got up and started pacing, his hands thrust into his light washed straight leg jeans, and the hem of his light blue silk dress shirt bunched up around his wrists .

“So, we are to be her body guards as she plays the role of perverted socialite, picking up a fighter to satisfy her carnal desires. Why?” he asked.

“She needs blood samples. He is being drugged, so will she when they catch her, because they WILL get her eventually. She wants the antidote before that happens.” My answer seemed to satisfy him. “We are leaving Friday morning; that gives her enough time to make the arrangements and get the supplies we will need to pull that off. There will be a fight that evening that you will attend with her, and then she will pick the fighter that she wants, Vladimir.”

“I still think you are f*cking crazy.” He said, then he left. I slid down the wall, just glad the whole recruiting thing was over.

He was right. I am nuts. I tied myself to a girl that I can never have.

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I don’t know when I fell asleep, but I must have. I am caught looking through someone else’s eyes, and I am not alone. I feel Chloe. A man comes in and gives me a shot, capping the syringe and putting it in his pocket, leering and laughing.  I watch as a woman enters the room, and it is obvious what is about to happen. The person whose perspective I share, makes love to the woman, and I can feel Chloe’s pain. Vladimir, no… whispers across my mind. I am in Vladimir, and so is Chloe.  I glanced around the room and saw the femme wolf, caged in the corner. She was in heat. The pieces fit together. I don’t know how any man can have that kind of stamina, but after the third woman, the scene faded and I found myself standing in the woods. I connected with Chloe, and soothed her, keeping her in a state of deep sleep. I heard growling, and focused on the other person in the clearing.