Evince Me (6 page)

Reaching into the drawer of the night stand
Marco produced a syringe filled with what I can only assume to be
more black ice. "I'm sorry, but it looks like things have to be
this way. I won't give you half as much this time." His voice
drifted off softly as I felt the needle piercing my skin. 'I'm
sorry too.' I thought, wishing I could just disappear out of this
god forsaken room and back into Tristan's arms...

Two going on three torturous nights...two
miserable days, since I've last heard Lise's voice and seen her
beautiful face. Her last words to me were
'I love you Tristan.'
I can't believe I allowed
any of this to happen. I should've remained at her side in the
club.

Not wanting to be an overbearing mate, I decided
it was safe to allow her to have fun. I figured since there were so
many of us that it was ok for her to be on the dance floor with
Anya. What was I thinking?

'You should get some
sleep.'
Luke's voice filled my head as he stood guard
beside me. My best friend staring at me with concern.
'I'll sleep once I know she's safe in my arms
again.'
I answered with a grumble.
'Not a minute sooner.'
Luke knows how stubborn I
can be, so he didn't argue back. Instead he turned his attention
forwards again.

I rubbed at my bloodshot eyes tiredly, staring
down at the territory before me. I haven't slept the entire time
she's been gone. We were staking out Marco's pack house from a
distance. Watching, waiting for any sign that he's here with Lise.
This time around we didn't have someone on the inside to tell us
what was going on.

The mountains that overlooked Marco's house
belonged to a neighboring pack. Thankfully, Alpha Sanchez allowed
us onto his lands after we explained the situation. He even offered
a helping hand, Lise's father brought the kidnapping to the
werewolf council. They were giving us a week to get her back,
allowing us to take matters into our own hands before it was time
for them to intervene.

If it were up to me, I would've attacked and
killed each and every one of his pack members two days ago. Hell, I
wanted to do it the night Lise was taken, but Rico talked me out of
it. His exact words were I've lost one sister already due to our
irrational actions, I'm not about to lose another. We need to plan
accordingly this time.

Arriving at the accident scene that night we
found a bloodied unconscious Alonso in the car and no Lise. He had
a few broken bones and of course some cuts and bruises, but after
waking up we made him shift and he was good as new after a few
hours.

Alonso's been blaming himself for Lise's
kidnapping, saying he should have been more cautious and aware of
his surroundings. We keep telling him it's not his fault, I seem to
think we all have a hand in this by not keeping a more watchful eye
over her so not just one person is to blame here.

There were traces of her blood on the ground,
which caused me to shift on the spot. The thought of my mate being
injured had me thirsty for blood...the blood of those responsible
for causing her harm. I was able to track her scent as far as five
miles away in the direction of Marco's territory before all
remnants of Lise disappeared into thin air.

Which leads us up to the present time, we
planned on waiting until we spotted some sort of a sign allowing us
to know that we were on the right track before attacking. All forms
of communication were lost with Lise, Rico explaining that they
must be injecting her with high doses of black ice.

To be honest with you I didn't have the faintest
clue something like black ice even existed. Rico also told me that
only wolves of royal blood had access to obtain something that
dangerous. As I lay down on my belly watching what I hoped to be
Marco's room, I caught a glimpse of movement .

My eyes lit up in pure excitement as I realized
what I was staring at. Lise was moving cautiously, almost like she
didn't have control over her own body as she made her way slowly
past the window. No sooner did she pass the window, Marco appeared
and carried her back in the direction from which she came.

Rico and Alonso's ears perked up the same exact
moment I jumped to stand on all fours. She's in there and thank god
she's safe. Now it's time to regroup and plan how we're going to
get her out of there in one piece. A snarl of fury escaped from
deep within my chest, this time around no one will be able to stop
me from killing him. He's gone too far this time messing with my
mate. I gave him fair warning, now it's time I acted on my threat
of becoming Alpha of his mangy mutts.

Four...it's been four entire days and still no
one has come to rescue me, not Tristan, Rico, Lonso, nor my Father.
My sense of hope was dwindling with each passing day. The thought
of being able to escape on my own was diminishing with each syringe
of black ice Marco pulled out from the nightstand drawer. I was
beginning to doubt that Tristan heard me as I lay in the same
damned bed I've been confined to for the past ninety-six hours.
Five thousand seven hundred and sixty minutes of my life that I've
missed out on and will never get back.

The only reason I knew it was four days was
because I was smart enough to etch a line into the wooden headboard
of the bed with my fingernail each time the black ice started to
wear off. My mind was still in a haze, being shot up with a syringe
each time Marco noticed I was more coherent during our
conversations, which consisted of talking about nonsense by the
way.

Majority of the time Marco spent telling me all
the wonderful things he had planned for himself and Mia that he
never got to see through. I guess Marco was scared if he didn't
inject me with more black ice I'd either mindlink the guys for help
or try and shift to escape. I had to give him credit for his
kidnapping techniques, he was on point.

I faintly recalled hearing Maria screaming at
Marco the other day while he stepped outside the room to talk to
her. Something along the lines of council searching for her, for
sure my Dad knew something was up if she didn't return home?
Supposedly she's been hiding out here the entire time.

As I drifted in a haze between
consciousness and sleep, a voice called out to me. One I didn't
recognize, yet it seemed so familiar in a way.
'Who's there?'
I asked out loud, unsure whether
I was dreaming or if this was real life. A foggy vision of what I
can only describe as an older version of me with dark brown hair
and brown eyes appeared, what I recognized to be Mia. Holy crap I
really hope I'm dreaming, I'll even settle for hallucinations over
seeing a ghost.

'Analia.'
Mia's
angelic spirit lingered next to the bed with a smile. She was there
to be friendly, not to scare the life out of me. Thank goodness, I
think I may have possibly wet the bed. I don't know if I'm dreaming
or awake, so I can’t really tell.

'I'm sorry we never had the chance to meet,
but everything happens for a reason. If I didn't die, you would've
never gotten to know the truth. You need to be strong little
sister, pretend the drugs haven't worn off to buy some time to gain
your strength back.'
Mia advised as she stared down at me with
a worried expression. Why the hell didn't I come up with that idea
to begin with?

'Marco isn't a bad person, he
just trusts in his mother too much. She's evil and that's why I
left so she wouldn't hurt our brothers or father. It's up to you to
reform him...save him...tell him...tell him I forgive him.'
Mia's voice drifted off and her presence disappeared as I
heard a jiggling of the doorknob. I didn't even get the chance to
say anything in response.

Opening my eyes into tiny slits I watched the
door carefully to see who it was that was entering. It seems
Marco's been leaving the room while I sleep, no doubt to handle
pack business. Maybe I can fake sleep for a few more hours allowing
me to gain some of my strength back. Hopefully enough to contact
Tristan or my brothers.

Once I caught a glimpse of Marco's outline
entering the room I shut my eyes and feigned like I was still
peacefully asleep. Trying the best I could to keep my breathing as
evenly as possible. I prayed that I haven't been snoring, because
it'd be a dead giveaway if I wasn't snoring at the current
moment.

At that thought I let out a tiny little snore
just to add to the persona of a heavily sedated version of a
sleeping me. I could feel his eyes watching me for a few moments
before Marco leaned over giving me a kiss on the forehead. I
desperately fought back the urge to cringe into my pillow.
Satisfied with the idea of me still sleeping, he left the room once
more locking it from the outside. Hopefully this black ice wears
off fast enough for me to get up and do something or else this will
all be for nothing.

I was losing my mind, two godforsaken days since
I've last seen her walk by that window...yet, we still haven't made
a move. What are we waiting for? We've spent the past two days
training and strategizing our attack, needing to plan
accordingly.

Rico wants little to no casualties when we
strike, so we have to be both mentally and physically prepared to
take on Marco's pack. Let's not forget Marco's been training them
to be ruthless killers. Some of the guys from the Manzanares pack
aren't cut out for war.

Being from such an enormous pack, some of the
guys weren't raised as fighters. Royals have a chosen army of
wolves raised specifically to fight. But, we knew we were going to
need a hell of a lot more then fifty wolves to get Lise back.

"Again!" I shouted angrily pacing back and
forth, staring at the line of wolves sparring in front of me. Each
pair coming to a halt, they separated from one another only to
prepare for attack once again. This earned me a few dirty glares,
I'd be staring at myself the same way. I felt like an Army
drill-sergeant. They've been going at it all morning, but it still
doesn't seem good enough.

I had to give these guys credit though, they
volunteered out of the kindness of their own hearts to help us get
Lise back. Each of the fifty wolves before me pledged their loyalty
to their Princess. We had a lot more offers, but a hundred wolves
should be sufficient along with the rest of us.

As Alpha's Rico, Troy, and I stood in our human
form observing the group. We trained them to the best of our
ability, but deep down in the pit of my stomach I knew we would
never be prepared for what lies ahead.

Alonso, Luke, and Andre were still perched up
high on the mountain keeping watch over Marco's house. Having past
experience dealing with rogues when we tried rescuing Mia, Axel,
Jett, Gabe, and Jordan were giving the guys pointers on how to go
in for the kill.

Marco's been training his wolves for the past
couple years, these guys have only been at it for two days. It’s
hardly enough time to learn more than just the basics, which is why
I have to be extra hard on them. Can't let them think things will
be sweet once we initiate our attack on Marco.

We planned on attacking right before dawn,
hopefully they'll all still be asleep. We're almost positive Marco
will suspect we'll attack at night like we did before...that is if
he even has the slightest idea we're watching him at all.

"Let's give them a break. We'll pick up again
after lunch for another hour, then they need to rest." Rico
announced with a sigh. I know he's feeling the same exact way I am,
stressed. Nothing will be good enough in our eyes. Lives without a
doubt will be lost if they continue fighting the way they are...we
need to avoid that at all costs. Lise will be devasted if anyone
gets hurt trying to rescue her.

It was pitch black outside as I sat by the
window staring up into the vast horizon. A few stars twinkled
against the dark night sky making it seem so peaceful. I closed my
eyes and prayed that Tristan's out there somewhere and that he's
coming for me.

Having slept all afternoon and most of the
evening, I spent most of the night awake trying to shake off the
effects of the black ice. I even took a quick shower, which woke me
up even more. In another hour or so, dawn would be upon us.

Marco hasn't been back since checking on me
earlier and I wondered what had him so occupied? This is the
longest he's gone without coming back to inject me with black ice,
something's got to be up.

I was moving around freely now, having regained
use of my body. However, I still couldn't mindlink anyone. Hope
black ice doesn't have a long term effect and that it's only
temporary. I still felt a bit groggy and couldn't shift, but I was
able to get up and walk around the room without crawling around on
my knees.

A sudden rattling at the door caused me to jump
from my place at the window and dive onto the bed. I watched with a
half lidded eyes as Marco hastily rushed into the room, locking it
behind him. "Princesa, Analia get up." He uttered in a hushed
whisper while shaking my arm demandingly.