Seduced by Innocence (17 page)

One fire burns out another's burning,

One pain is lessen'd by another's anguish.

— William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet

WE'D MADE IT
to the Druid's property when we heard the wolf howls echoing through the forest. Standing on the edge of the vast estate, but far enough out that we couldn't be seen by anyone at the house, we formed a circle with Blake in the middle and pulled our black cloaks around us so that our faces were shielded from even each other.

He needed more magic from us than he'd ever taken before, and that required blood magic.

Mother cut her arm and dripped blood into the circle as she chanted in another language. I didn't know this spell, but when she handed me the knife, I did the same and passed it on to Ocean, who stood at my side.

My arm stung as the blade bit my flesh, aching deeply as blood dripped onto the cold ground.

Once the knife returned to Mother, she completed the spell, and light from each of us moved through the circle toward Blake, filling him until he glowed as if he'd swallowed a rainbow.

We reformed the circle after he left, and I could see what he saw, as if through his eyes.

A sense of vertigo threatened to undo me, but I held on to Ocean's hand, and Mother gripped my other hand with iron force.

The numbness from Sandy's death hadn't entirely left me, but Derek's confession of love had broken the dam that I'd raised around my emotions, and for several days after that I'd cried my heart out.

Now I stood as a shell of a person who once was, but might never be again. The choices I made tonight could unmake me forever.

Behind my eyes I saw as Blake saw, running with increased speed and strength toward the garden he'd seen before.

It was a private garden, locked within old stone walls. He slowed his pace and looked around for others.

Bushes rustled to his left and, when he turned, a black-as-night wolf, larger than the brown one I'd destroyed, jumped out at him and tackled him to the ground.

The coven sent him more power as he fought the wolf, evading tooth and claw, seeking an opening with his knife. The beast lunged forward and tore into Blake's leg, and I felt the pain as my own. Gritting my teeth, I channeled, and our power wove through Blake's muscle, mending it, weaving it back together. The wolf leapt back and growled. Superhuman strength pitted against a beast filled with magic. The fight could favor either of them, so I pushed more into Blake to give him an edge.

As he and the wolf came face to face, I could see into the wolf's eyes and my heart raced. The eyes, so familiar, like I'd looked into them before.

Flashes of the other wolf played through my memories. His eyes as a wolf and his eyes as a boy as he turned into the human shell that collapsed on the kennel floor.

My body shook from the inside out, and my power slipped away from me, dissipating into the night.

He jests at scars that never felt a wound.

— William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet

THE NIGHT AIR
filled with smells and tastes in my wolf form. A hunger to hunt, to kill, to punish, filled me. My father knew the choice I had made, and he let me make it while the others stayed to guard the roses and my brother.

The scent that stood out the most had been this man. His scent had been on Dean when we found him dumped in the cold on our property, like trash.

His scent had also been at the cabin after the fire.

This man had hurt my family for the last time.

I jumped him in the shadows, expecting some level of power from him, but not expecting such strength and speed. Certainly not expecting him to heal as fast as I could injure him.

He carried only the one knife, but he used his body as an even deadlier weapon, blocking me and throwing me against the trees. Even in wolf form, I couldn't heal as fast as him.

He taunted me with his abilities, which made me think they weren't his naturally.

"You can't win, wolf. I'm not alone."

He confirmed what I suspected, and I dodged him and dove to the side, leaving him to his own mission as I found those responsible for this attack.

He was a pawn in their game.

I wanted the queen.

too early seen unknown...and known too late

— William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet

THE BLACK WOLF
approached us with a violent howl. Our circle scattered as he charged in, snapping at coven members with his razor-sharp teeth.

When he saw Mother, he dove for her, pinning her between a tree and a boulder. We had so much power flowing into Blake that most of the witches had almost nothing left. They backed away, unable to do anything to fight against a large, magical wolf-Druid.

I wished I'd confronted Mother about her relationship with David O'Conner, at least then we might have known more about their powers and limitations. Instead, we knew precious little.

Mother fought the wolf with what little power she had left, calling forth the earth to push against Derek, but the attack only stung him, and he moved in for the kill.

I stood behind him, facing Mother, my palms sweaty with fear and dread.

Mother called for me, and the last wolf attack continued to play in my mind, as if on a loop. Mother calling, begging me to help.

"You must use your powers. You have to stop him."

But that wasn't a memory. Mother once again wanted me to kill. To destroy life, even though it went against all the values of what being a witch meant. She reached into my mind and spoke to me, prodding me into doing her will.

I hesitated and the wolf lunged, biting into her leg. Blood seeped from fresh bite marks.

Mother screamed in pain and begged me to help her.

The wolf snapped at anyone who tried to approach her, but I was behind him. I knew I could touch him and end this.

And end him.

Magic swelled in me, that darkness that always fought to be free finally found its way out.

My hands lit up with heat, the energy of fire to burn and destroy.

The same energy that had killed Sandy and destroyed Derek's cabin.

I took a step.

Then another.

The power needed a way out. I could no longer contain it.

I touched the wolf, ready to unleash the darkness, ready to take a life.

It's time I took control,
I'd told Ocean, and this was me, taking control, ending this feud.

"Hurry,"
Mother whispered to my thoughts
.

Or was someone else still in control?

I tried to pull my hands away from the wolf, but it was too late. The power had latched onto him, draining him.

No. This was not the way I'd live my life.

I gathered my energy, willed it back inside, back into the dark pit from which it came. The touch of death clung to my fingertips, and I pulled with all my might.

And my hands came off the wolf.

The beast turned on me and charged, and I used what Derek had taught me, feigning one way while coming in for an attack below. I just hoped wolf boy parts hurt like real boy parts as I kicked between its back legs.

The wolf whined, fell back, then righted itself and lunged at me, pushing me to the ground and pinning me.

He looked ready to tear my throat out when my hood fell back, and he saw my face.

And I saw his eyes and finally I remembered why they were so familiar.

This wolf had the same eyes as Derek, when he'd defended me from the men who'd attacked me.

The. Same. Eyes.

Alack, there lies more peril in thine eye

Than twenty of their swords: look thou but sweet,

And I am proof against their enmity.

— William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet

Rose.

Rose.

Rose.

MY MIND REPEATED
her name, as if I could make all of this horror disappear and we'd be back in the cabin, holding each other in front of the fire.

At first I thought the coven had captured her and used her to punish me. She was their prisoner.

But then I realized that she hadn't been restrained. And she'd been about to use some kind of power on me.

All of the blood lust drained from my body, and my heart cracked into shards.

As if from another dimension, I heard the leader call for the coven to capture me, but I couldn't move. Couldn't make this new reality where Rose was my enemy mesh with the reality I had lived where she was my love.

A magical net surrounded me, and still I didn't fight.

Her beautiful eyes were wide in fear, her pale face drained of even the slightest color. I could tell from the swelling around her eyes that she'd been crying a lot, and I didn't know which part of me should respond to that—the man who loved her, or the Druid who wanted her dead.

The nets tightened around me, pulling me off of her. My claws scraped against her chest, leaving raw, red lines. I didn't harm her on purpose. Would she know that? Did it matter?

The man I'd fought came back, bent over and out of breath. He said something about the power failing. He couldn't get the roses.

Perhaps my dad had been right. Perhaps fighting them hadn't been the best choice. Nothing seemed to matter anymore.

As they pulled me along the icy forest floor to their cars, my eyes never left Rose's. She shuffled forward, Ocean at her side, and stared at me, tears running down her face as my wolf body gave out and my human body took over.