All Chapters of Fang Chronicles: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Brandt understood. He lay still while she cleaned his wounds and her scent healed his memories. At last he placed his arms around her neck, his tanned naked skin dark against her white fur. He rose and picking her up, lay down on the bed using his fingers to soothe and stroke the silk of her fur. Eventually they both fell into an exhausted sleep.A soft knock at the door woke him. His arms continued to hold his mate's wolf form. Brandt watched the door open a crack and Samson stuck his head slightly inside. He then stood back out of sight not closing the door, just waiting.Carefully Brandt released her and got up gathering his pants from the floor. The injury on his thigh was painful and the pants made it worse. He left the room quietly closing the door behind him. He followed Sam to Dmitri's suite then sat down while looking closely at the vampire. It was obvious he should still be sleeping.His churlish words let Brandt know his displeasure. "You and your mate had a disagreement?

Brandt remained on the phone most of the following day. Emily, Thomas, and Samson worked with the information Brandt relayed to them. They were fed numbers and locations. The cats were splitting up. It was obvious they planned carefully and tracking them became almost impossible. Their spies found no information on the vampires leading them and they could be anywhere including across the ocean. There were rumors that the cats disposed of Nicolas' body before crossing into Mexico. Several teams continued searching.In the late afternoon, Cheri woke and let them know she would be down shortly. When the last rays of sun left the horizon, she joined them and immediately caught up on the latest news."You know Nicolas would not want anyone in additional danger to bring his body home." Cheri directed her words to Brandt."It doesn't matter, he's not around to give orders, and he deserves to rest with his pack. The soldiers searching know this could be a setup and they are to clear out imm

Dim lights. Muted sound.Pain.Darkness.***His brain barely functioned, but then the distant sounds turned into voices. He tried to connect the words from a male voice."Enough already, how...times...let him die."Darkness.***Awareness came slowly. Everything hurt and then pain seared into his back, bringing him off the cold, hard surface."Hold him down, dammit, or tighten the chains."Something or someone mashed him further into what laid beneath him. He managed to open his eyes to see... cement. He was on a cement slab. Dried blood. Was it his? He smelled burning flesh. That was his and he was in hell.Again.The pain intensified. He couldn't hold back his scream, and when it tapered off, his bleary mind heard laughter."He's back with us."His cloudy eyes blinked past the tears and he saw the branding iron held by someone he didn't know; it went back into the fire.That someone jerked his head up suddenly so he was staring into cat eyes."Hello, Nicolas. W

Not using her to lean on was impossible, and ten minutes into their escape she wedged her body under his shoulder. Her cat odor overpowered his other senses and made him angrier, if that was possible. He stumbled, fell, and gasped for air. He could feel several broken ribs grinding, compliments of his last beating. His arm was broken too and needed resetting. Sweat dripped down his face and the hot humid air didn't help. Her body was soft but made of iron when it came to taking his extra weight.He managed to stay conscious, barely. There wasn't any activity at the camp, and Zenya kept to the shadows until they hit the jungle. Brambles stuck to his socks, but he was past caring. Everything hurt, but at least if he died now, it would be someplace other than the hellhole he'd been kept in.They trudged along. Her breathing wasn't quite as loud as his, but taking his weight was finally having an impact. Suddenly, he felt a tree against his back and her arms slipped away. He was too tire

He woke in a feminine room. A frilly comforter covered him and a pink canopy hung over the bed, along with a noticeable feminine cat scent. Pushing back the cover, he stood quickly. Not caring about his nakedness, he walked to the door. He needed answers, and his growling stomach needed food.Opening the bedroom door, he tripped over a feline on the floor in the hallway. His wolf almost burst through his skin with the need to kill the cat scrambling from beneath him. Before she could slip and fall due to three legs, she changed into a young woman missing her left arm.Fuck. Even he couldn't kill a one-armed woman who was little more than a child."You must be hungry." She sounded exasperated."Are you my guard?""If I was, I think you've healed enough to eat me. Hmm, I like the thought. Why don't you have a bite?" Now she sounded outrageously flirtatious. "You're a child.""I'll be eighteen next month.""I like grown women.""You probably like women with two arms.""I don't