Chapter Eleven
Peder gripped the metal bars that separated him from Kele. They groaned under the strain but refused to bend. Helpless, he couldn’t do anything as the guards dragged her to join the other females. One by one, they led them inside the gated compound until Kele disappeared from sight. He hit the bars with the palms of his feral hands.
“Looks like we might have a mated pair.” One of the guards poked Peder in the gut hard with a long staff. “Which one is she, hunter?”
Jerking from the sharp thrust, Peder struggled to breathe. Every instinct in his body cried to break through the cage and eat the vampire’s face. It was dangerous to remain in feral form for so long. Shifters had to change to civil form often or their feral side would seek to take over. Then again, some shifters were just born feral like Sorin’s father. The somber thought cooled his fury better than a bucket of cold water. He shook his head and stated, “Not mated.” Not yet.
The other male shifters stirred around him, bumping shoulders and snarling at the cramped space.
“Listen up.” Timothy stalked around the cage, assessing them through the bars. “You will exit one at a time and be accompanied into the compound. The first one to fight dies.” He pointed to archers standing on the walls above them, arrows drawn and ready.
Peder didn’t care about escaping. He wanted inside the compound to check on Kele. No screams carried through the doorway, which gave him a small measure of hope. Shoving past the males, he made it to the door first.
Timothy eyed him. “Not you. To the back. You’ll be the last one out.”
He blinked. “Why?” Oh yeah, he had tried to attack Timothy moments ago. Why couldn’t he take his own advice and stay unnoticed? What was wrong with him? “I’ll be good. I promise.” He ducked his head and pinned his gaze to Timothy’s boots.
He snorted. “That act won’t work with me, hunter. To the back or I’ll have them dart you again.”
A growl rolled in Peder’s chest and his claws extended. By his hairy ass, he couldn’t seem to shut up. Twisting around, he went to the back of the cage and tossed himself down next to Nahuel.
“Very smooth. I like your idea of being quiet and meek.” He chuckled and elbowed his side.
Peder gave a resigned laugh. “I’m very good at giving advice. Apparently, I’m terrible at following it.” He folded his knees against his chest and rested his head against them. “I just want to make sure she’s okay, that’s all. It’s got nothing to do with dominance.”
“You love her.” Nahuel watched the vampires transport the other males out of the cage one at a time. He didn’t seem in any hurry to move.
Peder eyed him and took in his scent. He smelled of fear more than anger. The last thing he needed was to get involved in a fight within the crowded cage over Kele. Not to mention, he kind of liked the hunter. “Yes.” He whispered it so the guards wouldn’t hear. “But keep that to yourself. They’ll use it against me if they find out.”
He snorted. “I’m pretty sure they figured it out already.”
Leaning his head against his knees, he sighed. “I’m usually not this stupid.” Like Susan would say, he had to get his shit together.
“Most males are when it comes to females.” His gaze moved from the bloodsuckers to Peder. “How did they catch you? I don’t smell any other Apisi with us.”
“They got me in the mountain pass. I was by myself.” He met Nahuel’s stare, something he wouldn’t have tried months ago. “I was on my way to challenge you.”
The hunter’s lips curled on his muzzle, exposing his canines. “I would have cleaned the ring with you.”
Peder ears came forward and waggled in amusement. “I know.”
“Ha!” He smacked Peder’s thigh. “I’ve no intention to stand in your way, Peder, not after watching her moon over you. She’s yours.”
“I wish it were that easy.” He didn’t really know Kele. They’d spent a few days together, with him as her captive, then exchanged some letters. It was enough to feel like they’d made a connection. She definitely didn’t seem the type of female who would let males make decisions for her. He suspected if she’d heard their conversation, there would be new bite marks on both their hides.
Nahuel got to his knees and crept toward the open cage door where a vampire waited for him. He didn’t struggle as they led him into the compound.
“Your turn, lover boy.” Timothy came for him.
Peder swallowed the lump in his throat. Timothy didn’t smell like vampire, yet his aura sent out waves of powerful energy. Whatever he was, the vampires seemed comfortable working for him. From Peder’s limited experience, he thought that was unusual.
Creeping forward, he gently maneuvered his way out of the cage without falling flat on his face.
Timothy nodded toward the doorway and followed his progress.
Inside, everyone had been lined up and most had been relieved of their chains. A vampire was working on releasing Nahuel from his restraints. Another guard, carrying keys, approached Peder as he settled in next to the Yaundeeshaw hunter. He spotted Kele at the far end of the line.
She rubbed her wrists and watched the guards. He hoped she didn’t do anything silly. He thought he’d proved that didn’t work.
Timothy strode along the line of shifters until he reached the females. With an incredibly swift hand, he pulled out the smallest prisoner and dragged her in front of them on her knees.
Even though she was in her feral form, Timothy dwarfed her. She panted and the air soured with her fear.
“Let me go over the rules. Do as you’re told and all will be well.” He drew a long knife from a thigh sheath and rested the blade against her throat. “Shift to civil form.”
Peder glanced at Nahuel, who shook his head.
The others remained unchanged as well, but they couldn’t stay in feral form forever.
Timothy ran his blade across the female’s throat. It cut deep into her flesh.
A crimson flood pulsed from between her fingers as she clutched to keep her wound closed. Her mouth opened but no sound came out. Wide eyes pleaded with her packmates but it was already too late. She fell forward.
Timothy rolled her out of his way with his foot as he returned to the females in the line. He captured Kele’s wrist and dragged her beside the female’s lifeless body.
Peder’s heart plummeted so fast he fought vertigo.
Forcing Kele on her knees, the slaver set the edge of his knife on her throat. “I said shift.” His voice crashed over them like an avalanche.
Peder thought of his trigger memory—the thing that made him change shape. The golden fur covering his body receded back into his skin as joints smoothly shrank and reformed to civil form. He glanced at the line and only half of them had followed Timothy’s order.
Without permission, he raced to the closest shifter and shook his shoulders. “Do it. Now.” He mimicked the tone Sorin used when dealing with drunken and disorderly hunters at times. His command snapped the hunter’s spine to straighten but he shifted.
Peder pointed at the others line. “Do it or I’ll kill you myself.”
Kele held her breath as Timothy’s blade pressed harder against her windpipe.
“That one really likes you, pretty girl.” The slaver ran his thumb up and down the nape of her neck. She didn’t like his sinister tone and could almost hear the wheels of his thoughts squeak as he followed Peder’s progress down the line.
Peder’s shoulders rolled with a hunter’s grace as he paced the line ordering the others to shift. The snap of his voice, the way he jabbed his finger in a bigger hunter’s chest, all the while shouting at him to comply, reminded Kele of her alpha.
Who was this male? She couldn’t pull her gaze from him.
He spun to face them. “You too, Kele.”
A growl rumbled low in her chest. He could order the others, but not her. Bad enough she had vampires laying claim to her flesh, killing her parents, and destroying her life. She couldn’t be forced to do another thing even if living depended on it. That male had a lot of nerve thinking he could command her after months of silence. Where was the gentle, shy omega she’d fallen in love with?
He knelt in front of her as an equal. “Please.”
She blinked. Oh, there he was.
Most shifters’ trigger memories were filled with love and warmth. Hers was of fury. What did that say about her? She recalled Benic as he dragged an unconscious Susan away from her true love and the pure white heat of rage returned. Her body rearranged its bones and tissues until she kneeled before Peder, naked.
His gaze raked over her, scalding her with such intense possession she almost forgot they had an audience until Timothy’s laugh broke her daze.
He returned the blade to his sheath and signaled someone. A group of female shifters hurried toward them carrying armloads of clothes. They dropped a bundle at the new arrivals’ feet. The dead look in their eyes sent a shiver up Kele’s spine.
She would die here.
Peder slid the coarse woolen dress over her head and guided her numb arms through the sleeveless armholes before rising to belt his kilt around his hips. What would they do now? The body of the murdered female was dragged away, leaving a smear of her life blood on the ground. The guards obviously didn’t care for their well-being. Would she be sold to the highest bidder? Could she bow and scrape to some lord just to stay alive?
A gentle caress cradled her cheek. Green eyes she’d dreamt about every night for the last seven months stared back at her. She finally had him within her grasp.
He slid his hands under her elbows and helped her to her feet. The others were already being ushered toward what appeared to be a huge cage with pallets lining the wall. Around fifteen shifters were already waiting to be sold inside. Their blank stares mirrored hers.
“Goldie,” Timothy called.
Peder slowed and drew her behind him. “Yes.”
Timothy strode up to him and slapped him across the face, jerking Peder’s head to the side. The sound echoed within the compound. “Yes, what?”
Red bloomed across Peder’s cheek. He tossed him a questioning glance. “Yes, Alpha?”
Anther slap. This one had him staggering against her.
“Stop it.” She tried to get around Peder, but it seemed like he’d grown extra arms to keep her. “He’s trying.”
Timothy’s black gaze landed on her. “She likes you back, Goldie. Lucky boy.” He leaned forward and inhaled. “But you’re not mated. Interesting.” He stroked Peder’s hair. “You refer to me as master.” He gripped a handful of Peder’s golden locks and yanked him kissing close. “They seem to listen to you. So you keep the order or she gets punished.” He pointed at her.
Peder had been right. They should never have attracted attention. Timothy released him and stalked away.
She gave Peder’s arm a gentle tug and led him inside what she could only compare to a common pack room.
A large male with blue markings on his skin faced Nahuel. He stood, feet apart and muscles tense, and the bulk of his muscle rivaled Sorin’s. She didn’t think he’d come to welcome them.