Howl of the Wolf (25 page)

Although it broke her heart, she shook her head. “I cannot. Only you can save her. Share your life force with her and make her immortal as your brethren have done with their ladies.”

The Lady’s words beat in his brain and fired his heart. “Come back to me, Sabrina,” he whispered. He ruthlessly drove his healing power into her lifeless body. How much could a human body take? He didn’t know and prayed he wasn’t too late. He’d gotten one miracle when she’d revived the first time. Was it too much to expect a second one?

Sabrina had rescued him from his prison, saved him and brought him to life. She’d given freely of her body and her love, standing beside him, protecting him from a vengeful Hades.

She couldn’t be gone. She couldn’t.

Arand howled his sorrow when her body remained unresponsive. It wasn’t working. He was failing her once again.

“Give her a reason to come back,” the Lady instructed.

Arand could sense his fellow warriors around him, encouraging him. He was still shocked by the appearance of Stavros and Phoenix as well as the others. They were a miracle. And Arand needed another.

He leaned down and pressed his lips against Sabrina’s, ignoring how cool they were. He would warm her for the rest of their days if she came back to him. “I love you,” he whispered. Nothing. “I love you.” Louder this time. Still nothing.

Arand grabbed her shoulders and shook her. “I love you,” he yelled. “Come back to me. You must live. I don’t want to live without you.” He choked back the tears that threatened to unman him. “I can’t live without you.”

He heard several women sobbing and felt their despair crushing him. “No. It can’t end like this.” He shook Sabrina again. “I love you.”

Tilly sat across from him, tears streaming down her cheeks. He felt Jessica slide in beside him and gently touch his arm. “It’s too late, Arand. You must let her go.”

He turned on her, bared his teeth and snarled. “Never.”

He lifted Sabrina and held her to his chest, rocking her back and forth. “I need you. You must save me. I am in danger.” He leaned back and her head lolled against his left arm. “Do you hear me,” he yelled. “I am in danger. I need you.” He poured more of his essence into her and felt himself weakening. He didn’t care if it took every last drop of his power to save her.

He threw back his head and howled again, the mournful sound echoed by his fellow warriors as they shared in his grief.

He stilled. Had she moved? He watched her face, willing her to open her eyes and look at him. “You must save me. Wake,” he commanded.

Sabrina stirred in his arms. Excitement coursed through his veins as her eyelids fluttered open.

“What’s all the racket about? I have a splitting headache.”

Arand felt the steady thump of her heart and reined in his power. Her eyelids fluttered open and she glared up at him. He’d never seen a more beautiful sight in his life. He started to laugh, the joy coming from the bottom of his very soul.

She slowly lifted her hand, but it started to falter as though it were too heavy for her. Arand clasped her hand in his and drew it up until it touched his face. She gently patted his cheek, the concern in her eyes threatening to undo him.

“Are you okay?” She frowned and her brow creased. “I thought I heard you calling me.”

Her concern for him touched him deeply. There was nothing more important to him than Sabrina’s happiness and well-being. “I did call you, but I’m fine now. How do you feel?”

Sabrina yawned. “Tired.”

“Rest.” He rocked her lightly. “I’ll take care of you.”

“Okay,” she readily agreed and closed her eyes.

He took a moment to make certain she was only sleeping, and then he stood and faced his goddess. “Thank you.” The two words were totally inadequate to express what he was feeling, but absolutely sincere. This was the greatest gift he’d ever been given.

“It was you who did it,” the Lady told him. “She is worthy of you and you of her.”

Arand looked around at his friends and several women he did not recognize. “My thanks to all of you. There is so much I have to tell you, so much I want to know.” He stared down at Sabrina. “But I must take care of my lady first.”

He realized what he’d called Sabrina and looked to the Lady of the Beasts to see how she reacted. Her gentle smile was filled with understanding. “Go and look to her comfort. We will talk later. There is all the time in the world now.”

All the time in the world. He liked the sound of that.

Leaving the rest of them in the yard, Arand carried his precious cargo up the steps and into the house. He took her into the bedroom, laid her carefully on the mattress and stretched out beside her, pulling her into his embrace. “Sleep,” he whispered in her ear. He rubbed his hand over her hair, filled with the simple wonder of having her in his arms. “I will watch over you.” It was a promise he planned to keep for all time.

Chapter Sixteen

Sabrina peered around the living room of her granny’s house and shook her head in wonder. The small room was currently jammed with immortal shapeshifting warriors, their mates and her two friends. They were all waiting for the Lady—an actual goddess—to arrive.

The warriors were talking, catching up on what had happened to all of them. Well, all but Mordecai. He was standing in the corner of the room, his back to the wall while the other warriors pointedly ignored him. She understood why they didn’t trust him, but she still felt a twinge of sadness for Mordecai. She wasn’t quite sure why he hadn’t been sent back to Hell with Hades, why he was still here.

“How do you feel?” Arand had been asking her the same question every two minutes since she’d woke about an hour ago.

She gave him the same answer she’d given him each time. “I’m fine. Really.” Well, fine for a woman who’d apparently died, not just once, but twice. There was an echo of an ache in her chest, but even that was beginning to fade the longer she was awake.

She glanced at the clock as it struck midnight. The others stopped talking, all of them waiting until the last chime was struck. The curse was truly over. They were all free.

As if that was the signal she’d been waiting for, the front door opened and the Lady of the Beasts stepped into the room. Sabrina blinked at the lovely young woman standing before them. The Lady looked no older than she or Tilly or Jessica, but she was truly ancient. The proof was in her blue-eyed gaze. Her eyes reflected the mysteries and heartaches of the entire history of time.

She was wearing a dark-green dress that fell to her ankles. Her unbound hair skimmed the floor as she walked. There were colorful flowers twined in her locks that were every shade of brown from almost blonde to mahogany. The corners of her mouth were turned up slightly, not quite a smile, but almost.

But it was the light that radiated from her, the sheer energy surrounding her that let everyone around her know she was something special, a woman of great power, a goddess.

As one, all the men rose, thumped their right hands over their hearts and went down on their left knees before her. The Lady smiled, and Sabrina knew she’d never seen a more beautiful woman in her life.

“Rise, my loyal warriors.” They all stood and she walked toward them. One by one, she touched their faces and patted their arms, her actions almost motherly.

And she was their mother, wasn’t she? Their creator. Sabrina watched as Arand lowered his head so the Lady could touch him. The warriors all crowded around her, but Mordecai hung back.

The Lady paused and made some kind of sign with her hand. The warriors parted, leaving her a clear path to the serpent. “Won’t you come forward and greet me?”

Mordecai shook his head. “I am tainted.”

The Lady walked toward him and Sabrina tensed, wondering what the goddess would do to the betraying warrior.

“Why did you join Hades?”

The entire room seemed to hold its breath. It was the question all of them wanted answered.

“Why?” Mordecai squared his shoulders and glared at the other warriors. “Because I knew we needed someone on the inside if we were going to defeat Hades, and I knew none of the others would do it.”

The other warriors erupted, outrage pouring from them. “What did you do to help?” Roric roared. “You tried to kill Aimee.”

Aimee, a slender woman with short black hair, placed her arm on Roric’s arm to retrain him. Sabrina had been introduced to all of them earlier, but her head had still been spinning at the time. If Sabrina was remembering correctly, Aimee was an artist of some kind.

Mordecai sneered. “If I’d wanted to kill her I could have done so several times.”

“You stabbed Araminta.” Leander took a threatening step forward. “And you stabbed me.” Leander wrapped his arm protectively around a woman with long tawny-brown hair and steady gray eyes. Sabrina remembered being told that Araminta was a writer.

“She attacked me and I reacted automatically. I knew you wouldn’t die from your wounds. All you had to do was let the clock run out and you would have both been fine.”

Marko grunted and started to speak, but the Lady raised her hand and all the warriors fell silent. “What happened to you, Mordecai?”

He glared at his fellow warriors and raked a hand through his hair. It amazed Sabrina how good all the warriors looked. They were all dressed in leather leggings, boots and tunics, except for Mordecai, who looked more like a mercenary for hire in his jeans, a new black T-shirt and combat boots.

“Like all of you, I was set free by a woman. We disappeared, but I knew it was only a matter of time until Hades came after us.” He paused, his expression sad. “I was lucky. She was a very smart woman, and a woman of some skill. She took my soul.” He rubbed his chest as though it still pained him.

Took his soul. “How is that even possible?” Sabrina asked.

Mordecai looked at her and shrugged. “As I said, she was very clever and learned, and I was more than willing. She held my animal form, the very essence of my soul, keeping it safe from Hades.”

“But you killed her,” Marko stated.

“Did I?” Mordecai sighed, looking very tired, his shoulders slumping.

“No, he didn’t kill her.” Sabrina was shocked when Jessica stepped forward. Jessica glanced toward the Lady and received her nod of approval before continuing to speak. “That woman who set Mordecai free was my grandmother, and she wrote about the episode in her journal. She was a witch of great power and took Mordecai’s animal essence to protect it.”

“It was in the amulet you wore.” Mordecai went down on one knee before Jessica and lowered his head. “I am in your debt and your grandmother’s debt for returning my other half to me. How does she fare?” Mordecai raised his head to look up at Jessica.

“She’s gone from this world, but after a long, happy life, thanks to you.” Jessica put her hand on Mordecai’s shoulder and urged him to stand. “I owe you my life. Without you saving my grandmother, I would never have been born.”

Sabrina’s head was spinning at this revelation. Jessica had known about the warriors all this time and hadn’t said anything at all.

Jessica turned away from Mordecai to address them all. “Mordecai went to a local cemetery and dug up the body of a recently deceased woman and took that to Hades. The god didn’t bother to check to see if it was the right woman, just as he never checked to see if Mordecai still had his soul. Hades had one of the warriors at his side and that was all he cared about.” Jessica looked at Sabrina as if pleading with her to understand. “I had to repay this debt my family owed. I had to. I promised my grandmother on her deathbed that I would. It was she who told me to come to New Orleans. She told me I’d find my destiny here.”

Sabrina slowly nodded and Jessica immediately looked relieved. Her friend had done everything in her power to help. Sabrina understood she had to keep her word to her grandmother. She’d have done the same if she’d made a promise to her granny.

“Amazing.” It was Kellsie who spoke. “What happened then?”

Mordecai shrugged. “I did what I could.” He turned to Stavros. “When Stavros was released, I pretended to kill him. Instead, I killed a very large jaguar and took that body to Hades. I told him I’d killed the woman who’d freed him too.”

“And he never checked to see if the jaguar really was Stavros.” The Lady’s soft voice calmed some of the rising tension in the room.

“I never knew.” Stavros stared at Mordecai, his dark gaze filled with unspoken thanks. “I wondered why Hades wasn’t searching for me. When the curse was broken, I watched over Melinda until the day she died.” He turned his sad gaze onto the Lady. “I’ve spent almost all the years since I was released in my animal form. I am sorry for that, sorry for not trying to find and help my fellow warriors.”

Sabrina could feel the sense of shame coming from Stavros and wanted to give the tall, dark-haired warrior a hug. The Lady did it for her, walking over to her warrior and wrapping her arms around him. “There is no shame, my brave warrior.”

The Lady stepped back and turned her sharp gaze back to Mordecai. “What about Phoenix?”

One corner of Mordecai’s mouth tipped upward, not quite a grin, but almost. “That bastard went up in flame and smoke and we never saw him again.”

They all looked toward Phoenix, who shrugged. “It was reflex. Unfortunately, I was not able to save the woman who set me free.” Sadness filled his emerald-green gaze. “I was weak, my powers almost nonexistent and it took me decades to regenerate. I’ve only become aware of the world again over the past few years, and I’ve been searching for all of you ever since. When I felt the Lady’s power, I was able to follow the trail and I found her here.”

“Hades never had your soul, never truly had you, Mordecai.” The Lady glided across the room, stopping in front of Mordecai. “If you’d gotten out of Hell during the first twenty-four hours after you were released from the curse, you would have been free. You tricked the devil himself. But you gave up your freedom and stayed in his domain for decades.”

Mordecai nodded but said nothing.

The Lady continued. “You did it to protect your fellow warriors, to help them as much as you could. But you were playing a dangerous game, Mordecai. You had to do enough to keep the devil from realizing he had no real hold over you. But you were residing in his realm. Because you went willingly to him, because you were in Hell when your twenty-four-hour time limit of the curse came and went, he had the power to kill you himself if he chose. You were alone in Hell.”