I sigh loudly as I try to mentally block Sam. She’s been crying non-stop since her beloved died, which was yesterday. I can’t even get away to check on Marcy and Sam’s coven. Another wave of headache washes through my mind like a tsunami.
‘Sam!’ I shout at her, not wanting anything but to knock some sense into her.
‘He’s dead! The only one destined for me is dead!’
I snarl at her viciously. “Yes, he’s dead. He’s gone! He doesn’t want you, remember? He’s the asshole who rejected you! He’s the one who supports Vincent Retelli. Do you remember that Italian bastard who killed your aunt and threatened your twin sister?!” I yell at her out loud.
Thank God that I’m home alone or people who think I’m lunatic.
Sam is silent in my head.
I massage my forehead, relieving my headache. ‘Sam, I’m –’
‘You’re right, Bow. I’m crying for someone who doesn’t deserve to be with me. It’s ridiculous, isn’t it?’ She lets out a weak laugh.
‘No, it isn’t. It’s natural,’ I tell her.
Sam sighs. ‘I guess you’re right. We should check on Marcy. Hopefully, she’s alright.’
I nod in agreement and put on my cloak. I have my scentless perfume on so no one can sniff me and my hood over my face so they can’t see above my nose, specifically my eyes.
Sam stays quiet in my head as I run to the pack territory.
“Well, well. Look what we have here,” a voice says.
I feel cold all of a sudden. Sam snarls in my head. That voice. It has an Italian accent. This can only mean one thing: Vincent Retelli is here.
Marcy yelps as another vampire grabs hold of her arms, making Jake growls. The vampire has his fangs near her throat.
“Get away from her, leech,” Jake says through his gritted teeth.
I notice that more werewolves and vampires from Sam’s coven are now at the back of Jake, hissing in synchronization. They all looks like their legs are glued to the floor. It dawns me that Vincent is using his talents to control them.
Vincent pretends to think. “What about, no?”
With that, the vampire drags Marcy into the forest using vampire speed. I immediately follow him.
‘He’s going to die soon,’ Sam says in my head.
‘Next would be Vincent,’ I add.
‘Why can’t we attack them here and now? Let’s just end this already!’ Sam complains in my head.
I roll my eyes at her bluntness. And I thought that she’s the one who thinks of everything. ‘It will be suicide if we try to blindly kill the vampire. By the time he’s dead, Vincent can control and freeze us.’
“If anyone of you tries to follow us, I’ll make sure that Frank will bite your Luna. You know what the venom does to werewolves,” I hear Vincent threatens them from a distance. “Have fun with your new Luna, Alpha Jake.”
I can tell Marcy heard that because she starts to whimper almost silently. The dumb vampire – Frank – ignores her.
‘I wonder what happened between she and Jake,’ I murmur in my mind.
‘Once we free Marcy, I’m going to cut off his balls!’ Sam snarls.
I stay in the shadows, following them. Marcy seems to sense that she’s being followed and looks around. Fortunately, my cloak conceals me from her sight.
“What are you looking at, mutt?” Franks asks in a sneer, pushing her forward when she pauses for a moment.
Marcy didn’t need to answer because Vincent arrived. “We should reach the lair in five minutes. Now Marcy, be a good girl and stay still.”
Instantly, Marcy trashes in the vampires iron grip. It brings smile to my face that she’s resisting. Unluckily for her, Vincent freezes her, making her looks like a statue.
“Why are you doing this?” Marcy cries.
“The only way I can get to Samantha Weinbach is through her twin sister,” Vincent replies, not looking at her at all.
“Sam is gone, you bastard!” Marcy yells at him, trying to break herself free from being controlled. The vampire’s hold on her instantly tightens.
Vincent rolls his eyes at Marcy. “Not to mention that her Beloved is dead. Surely, she’s in a vulnerable state. The beast side of her, however, can be my slave. No one in history is able to do that, but there’s always time to learn, right?”
How dare he!
I’m never going to be his slave. Ever!
“She’s never going to be your slave,” Marcy says my thoughts.
Vincent shrugs. “You seem to forget about my ability. Once she is in my control, I have no use for you. Tell me, do you prefer dead or alive? I heard that someone else is interested to become a Luna in your pack. I’m not as heartless as you think I am, sweetheart. I’m giving you a choice. Would you rather watch your beloved loving someone else or join your father up in heaven?”
Marcy stays silent.
My eyes widen in realization.
Please don’t let the thoughts of death get into Marcy’s head.
