Rockstar Romance: Julian (Contemporary New Adult Bad Boy Rock Star Romance) (Hard Rock Star Series Book 3) (49 page)

“This wouldn’t be a problem if everyone was pulling in the same direction,” Reginald said, scowling at him. “If you hadn’t gone maverick and busted the girl out of keeping, we’d have leverage over the fucking panthers. Instead there’s battle—and we’re going to be discovered if this keeps up.”

“There would have been battle anyway,” Raul countered. “You murdered two members of the clan—one of them the Alpha’s son. Did you think they’d come to you peacefully after that?”

“It was a show of our strength—a show you screwed up by getting one of them out.”

“It was wrong,” Raul insisted. “It went against our by-laws, even if there were wolves that supported it. If you’d done things the right way, old man, the Pack and the Clan wouldn’t be in all-out war.”

“They need to be taught a lesson,” Reginald said, his voice taking on a growling note, “and so do you.”

“Oh, so I’m not going to be put to death then?” Reginald shook his head.

“You’re going to wish you were dead though,” he told him. “You’re a traitor to the Pack, Raul. You’re not the enforcer anymore; you’re going to stay here for a full moon cycle, bound in silver, and you’re going to get rations.” Reginald smiled bleakly. “Short ones.” Raul nodded once, twice. It was both better and worse than he had expected; he would be miserable—he would be weak—but he wasn’t going to be put to death outright. “And three days after you complete your punishment, I am calling you out.” Reginald stood, shook his head, and turned away. Raul watched his Alpha leave, closing his eyes. Three days after being nearly starved and bound in silver would not be enough time for him to recover; Reginald meant to kill him—but he meant to do it in the most strictly legal way possible.
He knows if he takes me out any other way, he’ll have half the Pack challenging him,
Raul thought. He shook his head to himself; he would have to find a way to get free before time ran out. He would have to get to a safe place, and contact the Elementals. It would be the only way to stop the war, and the only way to keep himself and Keira safe.
First rule of combat…
he sank into a half-doze, his body buzzing with the pain of the silver that bound him, trying to think of ways to break free. Raul hoped against hope that Keira’s punishment was lighter than his; they would both need to be able to function, if they were going to have any hope of staying together, of living to see the war between their groups end.

****

Keira’s body was on fire; she twisted and writhed, trying to find a position—any position—that offered even a little comfort from the blazing tingle of pain that lit up her nervous system. The flogging had been even more brutal than she’d expected. Harold had beaten her with willow—bad enough, with its water association, especially after three days of being bound in silver—and then someone in the clan had packed the wounds with violet oil, just to increase the pain. The oils had seeped into her skin, burning their way into her system, almost poisoning her.

No one came to see her, locked away in Harold’s garage; she received meals from an impassive member of the Clan twice a day, but no one looked at her. She was being shunned, left to recover slowly, disconnected from the pulse of the clan’s thoughts in a misery of loneliness.
It’ll be worse when they realize you’re pregnant,
Keira thought absently, curling in on herself and hugging her knees. She wasn’t sure how long it had been since her flogging; she only knew that it had been more than a week since the clan had grabbed her from the flophouse. The pregnancy was early—her pheromones hadn’t yet shifted, Keira thought, or someone would have commented on it—but she could sense it, somehow; there was a full feeling deep down between her hips, and her period hadn’t arrived on its usual day.

You have to get out of here before they find out,
Keira thought, as firmly as her wandering, wondering mind would allow.
If they find out you’re pregnant with a wolf’s child, you’ll be killed outright.
For that matter, where was Raul? Keira groaned as she reached for his mind, trying to find the tenuous, flickering thread of his thoughts in the humming abyss. She couldn’t focus enough to connect with him, though she still had random glimmers; just enough to know he was still alive, that he was occasionally conscious and aware. She knew that he’d felt the pain of her beating—she had felt his trembling reaction in her own mind—but they hadn’t had enough opportunity to be able to reliably stay in contact.

A fleeting, but all too vivid feeling of gnawing, stabbing hunger clenched Keira’s stomach; she gritted her teeth, breathing slowly. It was Raul—she knew it to be his mind, his sensations, his feeling of hunger, infecting her through their bond.
Someone is starving him.
Dull, throbbing anger began to simmer in Keira’s bones, and she heard herself growling in a low, continuous warning. Anyone who came near her in that moment courted a shredded hand, if not a destroyed arm.
We have to make these bastards pay,
Keira thought.
No—we have to take Harold and Reginald out. The rest…
she shook her head, ignoring the pain that flared through her body as the movement upset the injuries she’d sustained.

They hadn’t bothered to bind her tightly—there was only the minimum of hold on her. In her weakened state, Keira knew that even the light, loose binds on her body—chains made of iron, tied to earth rather than water—were too much for her to overcome. The earth energy of the chains slowed her healing just as much as the violet oil in her skin did.
I need to convince someone to douse me with water. I need to convince them to unchain me somehow. I need to get the hell out of here as soon as I can.

Keira felt the bond between herself and Raul waver, ebb, wax, and then—with a jolt—all input from it was gone. She gasped, groping mentally, trying to focus enough to get some kind of impulse from him, some indication that he was aware and awake and there, where she needed him, in her mind; nothing came to her, and Keira groaned, burying her face against her shackled arms, shuddering even as the pain rippled through her body in reaction to her movement. Raul wasn’t dead—that much she knew—but the contact between them was gone.

Hot, stinging tears formed in her eyes, and Keira tried to stifle her sobs as they rose up in her throat.
They won’t have to try and make me lure him in,
she thought grimly.
The contact is gone. He’s…he’s gone.
She didn’t know where Raul was, but he wasn’t in her mind; he couldn’t feel her, and she couldn’t feel him.

Keira shivered, hot and cold flashes lighting up her nervous system as she reacted to the sudden absence of Raul’s presence in her thoughts. She couldn’t think of what could sever even the tenuous link between their minds—it had to have been some kind of magic, something to cancel their bond. That must have been why they were starving Raul; to make him do something to break the bond between them, to bring him back into the fold. With her bond with Raul gone, there would be no reason for Harold to let her recover; there would be no reason to keep her alive in the hope of getting revenge on the wolves. With her dead, and Raul back in the Pack’s good graces once more, the wolves would decimate the panther clan; Raul would have no reason to hold back. Keira couldn’t even bring herself to regret it. Her own people had turned against her; she couldn’t make herself want to protect them if they wouldn’t side with her.

Time passed without Keira knowing how long it was, lost in the miasma of her grief. She heard footsteps—fast, but unsteady—outside of the garage. It wasn’t a member of the clan, that much she knew; her senses were duller than normal, but she sniffed at the air, trying to figure out who or what was approaching.

The door to the garage opened and Keira turned her head, interested in an absent way.
It’s one of the wolves, come to kill me. They’re doing Harold a favor.
She caught the scent of an unfamiliar wolf—and then, like a white-hot jolt of electricity through her brain, she caught a scent she knew all too well: Raul.

“W-what?” Keira rubbed at her eyes, clearing the lingering tears out of them; at that, she couldn’t quite believe what she saw. Raul limped quickly into the garage, another wolf at his side.

“Good thing it’s iron,” the other wolf said. “Easy to take care of.”

“Oh, god—Keira…” Raul dropped down next to her and kissed her hungrily on the lips. “We have to get out of here fast. Can you move?” Keira shivered.

“For you, Fido? I can run,” she said, smiling weakly.

****

“I have to get back,” Cam said. Raul nodded, glancing at Keira nervously in the back seat of the car. “Reginald…” Cam shrugged.

“Reginald is courting his own disgrace,” Raul said. Cam half-shrugged.

“He’s still got powerful backing in the Pack,” Cam pointed out. “Powerful enough that no one is going to call him out.”

“I will,” Raul said, meeting the other werewolf’s gaze. He sighed. “As soon as I’m well enough, that is.” He could feel hunger gnawing at his stomach still, in spite of the food that Cam had managed to get into him while they made their escape from Reginald’s shed.

He’d been surprised to open his eyes—coming out of a hungry, weak doze—only to see his former second standing a few feet away from him. “You look like shit,” Cam had said lightly, the seriousness of his face betraying his playful tone.

“I feel worse,” Raul had replied. “I’ve lost a good ten pounds already.”

“Yeah, well—maybe next time when you go against Reginald, just call him out from the beginning. Save yourself some trouble.” Cam had begun unwinding the silver that bound him to the pillar carefully, making sure none of the metal touched his actual skin.

“Why are you helping me?” Cam had shrugged.

“Old time’s sake, or something.” He had met Raul’s gaze for a moment before looking away once more. “Things are getting worse between the panthers and us. Reginald is just…” he had shrugged again. “He’s risking revealing us to everyone.”

“The elementals haven’t shown up yet?” Cam had shaken his head.

“No. That worries me. I think Reginald is holding them out of this—and I think that panther Alpha is too. It’s not right.”

“So your sense of justice is getting in the way of obeying commands?”

“Something like that,” Cam had replied. Raul’s former second had helped him into a car, and Raul had devoured the meat and sweet potatoes that Cam had brought for him. Days of near-starvation had made his connection to Keira’s mind more and more tenuous, and just as he’d dropped off, Raul had felt it go away—not in the permanent, dead sense, but with the kind of numbness that he associated with cold weather training.

Now that he was in Keira’s presence once more, Raul could feel the link between them starting to come back. “I’ve got a place to go to,” Raul said. “Friend of mine—we were in the same unit. He’s got a cabin he bought, next town over. I’ll hole up there with Keira for a few days until we can get in touch with the elementals.”

“Don’t tell me too much,” Cam said, shaking his head. “I need to be able to deny I know where you are.”

“That’s why I didn’t say the name of the town,” Raul said, smiling wryly. “Or where the cabin is. I’m not getting out of the car until we get there.” That would leave less trace of his scent; it would make him and Keira both more difficult to track. They both needed a few days—maybe a week—to recover from the punishments their own people had doled out to them. And there was another thing; Raul sniffed reflexively.
We’re going to need to have a talk in private, once she’s strong enough to talk.
The sight of the wheals on Keira’s back sent new rage through Raul’s mind; he wanted to go back to the panther Alpha’s home, barge in through the front door, and rip the man’s throat out. They had done everything they could—the assholes—to make it harder for Keira to heal from the beating they’d given her.

“Keep your head low, man,” Cam said, opening the driver’s side door and starting to climb out. “Wait until you’re sure you can get through a fight before you stir off the property you go to ground at.”

“You’re not going to be my second?” Cam chuckled wryly.

“If Reginald is in your sights? Sorry, man. I’m not interested in the Alpha.”

“Fair enough,” Raul said. He watched Cam climb out of the car and gathered up the meager remains of his strength, climbing over the center console slowly and twisting around until he was able to sit properly in the driver’s seat. Cam had already slunk off into the darkness, out of the range of Raul’s vision and hearing. He glanced at Keira, sprawled in the back seat, oblivious—or so he hoped—to what was happening. She needed rest, she needed a thorough bath, and she needed food; all of those things would be at the cabin.
She’ll need even more food now,
Raul thought, shifting the car out of park and turning it off of the shoulder of the rural highway.
God. She’s pregnant. Pregnant with my baby.
Raul didn’t doubt it at all; he could barely scent the shift in her pheromones, but he knew that if she was pregnant, it was his child inside of her. Raul sighed, calling on the self-discipline he’d learned the hard way—in Basic Training—and pointing the car towards the next town. Just being with Keira once more, even broken and battered as they both were, was enough to make him feel better. Raul glanced at Keira in the rearview mirror once more; he could barely believe that she was real, and really there. He told himself that he would wait until both of them had a chance to recover before he broached the topic of her pregnancy; it changed everything between them—and in their situations with their respective groups.
Harold and Reginald both have to be eliminated,
Raul thought grimly.
It’s either get rid of them, or they get rid of us.