Max
I knelt on the side of the road, numb with despair.
âHey.â Nash was tense and cautious, like he was approaching a wild animal. Had he witnessed everything?
Had he seen my mate leave me? After three long years, without an explanation, without even a backwards glance. How was she able to do that?
It hurt. It hurt so unbelievably badly.
Nash nudged me with his foot. âGet off the road before someone sideswipes you.â
That sounded like a positive outcome. Maybe if they hit me hard enough, this pain would be over. I just knelt where I was, ignoring him. Nothing he could say would change anything.
Nash just stood and watched me for a long moment. âSo, uh, what are we going to do?â
I donât know.
As the months had stretched into years, I had never imagined that she might have chosen not to look for me. How could she not care, had everything been a lie? No, it hadnât been. I clenched my fists and fought the burning at the corner of my eyes, and the burning of my wolfâs anguish. For the first time in years, he was pushing me with all his strength for control, and I wasnât sure I didnât want to just let go and give it to him. I couldnât try anymore. I had tried for so long. I could give up and rest.
âGot the license plate. I know a guy who could get info for you,â Nash offered, his voice tentative.
I ignored him. What the hell did I need info for if she didnât want to be with me anymore? Sheâd told me not to look for her anymore.
âI need to go for a run,â I said, my voice nearly a growl, and I pushed myself to my feet and staggered off towards the forest. The moment I was out of sight in the trees, my wolf ripped out of me, shredding my clothing and launching into a sprint. My mind was numb as he ran where he wanted and did what he thought should be done.
I didnât care. There was nothing left to care about.
Gradually, the shadows grew long, and the sun set, but my wolf was still in control, and I didnât want it back. I just dully watched the forest and the wild places as they passed me by. What was the point?
I, or rather, my wolf wandered the forest for another entire day after that first night. Weâd switched roles, it was now my human side lying listless and dormant in the back of my own mind while my instincts took control and went wherever they led. I was barely aware.
Finally, I was interrupted from lying around in my wolfâs new favourite spot by Nashâs voice in my head. The lean wolfâs black fur nearly blended into the shadows of night as he padded up to me cautiously, carrying both our bags on his back. âDone playing feral yet?â
I was done, done with everything. My wolf shifted our head on our paws and turned away from the intruder. He wasnât interested in Nashâs presence either. He only wanted the mate that left us of her own volition.
âNever seen you give up before. Kinda sad.â
âThanks.â I didnât care what he thought. Iâd held on without my mate longer than any wolf should be expected to, and I was finally finished.
âThree years, and now you stop? After you found her?â
âItâs different if she doesnât want me anymore.â My wolf whimpered at the thought and slumped his head onto the ground.
âDidnât look like she didnât want you. And I know what that looks like.â
His words made me pause. He wasnât wrong. She did kiss me back and had cried on my shoulder, at least until that interloper arrived. The one who was probably a vampire. Who was he, anyway? My wolfâs rage consumed me at the thought of him. What was he doing with my mate? I growled.
Nash stepped back cautiously at my aggression. âI called a guy I know.â
âYeah?â I pretended to care.
âAnd he got me the address to go with that license plate.â
Iâd been chasing leads like that a long time and where had they gotten me? Depressed in the forest with a mate who walked away. I didnât have the heart to hope anymore.
âAnd itâs for an old house about five minutes away from here.â
âFive minutes?â
âAlready checked it out. Nothing there. Doesnât smell like anyoneâs living there, but it also doesnât look abandoned.â
Then why was he telling me about this if it was another dead lead?
Nash continued since I didnât bother to answer. âAlso talked to the grocery store chick. Wouldnât tell me anything, so I broke in last night and looked at the records. Half the storeâs money comes from orders from the customer at that address. Lots of special orders, too. Picked up by a truck registered to an address at an abandoned house.â
âAnd?â I was so tired.
âAnd you donât think itâs a bit too fucked up to be luck that your wolf brought you almost to the exact place where the truck your mate left in is registered?â
It was a coincidence. That little glimmer of hope flared again, but I was afraid of it. If she were that close, but she didnât want...
But he was right. For a moment, she really had seemed so happy and relieved to see me. As overjoyed as I had been to see her.
âThereâs more to the situation, Iâd bet money on it.â
âThen what do you think I should do?â
âFigure out why your wolf brought you here. Smells like youâve been circling this area for hours.â
âYouâre right. Thanks.â
He shifted uncomfortably from paw to paw. But I meant it. I wasnât used to my wolfâs active presence anymore, and combined with my anguish, I hadnât been thinking logically. Nash, of all the unlikely people, had supplied the reality check Iâd needed.
I urged my wolf to keep wandering, but this time, I paid attention to where he was going instead of wallowing in my own misery, and recognized that Nash was right. My wolf did seem to be fixated on the area, although even he didnât seem to know why.
Not much ever roused my wolf since the massacre, and the only things heâd ever cared about was my pack territory and my mate. And I wasnât at Glenshadow, so that made the only other likely explanation...
We spent the next couple of hours searching for any sign of her without success. But I grew more and more convinced that there was something I was missing.
After midnight, we retreated from the area and camped out for the night. My mind frantically tried to come up with a new plan. Something was off. Something beyond my understanding. I shifted back to human and texted Jason what was going on. Fortunately he was still awake, and I got the number for Nathaniel, our contact in the vampire court.
âNathaniel speaking.â
âHello, Iâm Max Bernard from Glenshadow.â
âWhat can I do for you?â he asked.
âIâve got some questions about vampires I was hoping you could shed light on.â
âOkay, shoot.â
âIâve been searching for my mate, and I finally found her, but with a man I suspect is a vampire, and she left with him, maybe willingly. She seemed happy to see me, but then she told me not to search for her. It doesnât add up. How effective is vampire compulsion?â
âHmm. Thatâs a good question. Itâs quite difficult and depends on age and skill of the vampire in question and susceptibility of the subject.â
âOkay. So could a vampire compel someone to leave their mate?â
âUnlikely. That would take a very strong and old vampire to overcome a bond that strong. Most of us use our compulsion for smaller things, like making a human think the fang marks in their neck is a hickey, for example. Itâs not really effective for making someone forget something, or to change their feelings or intentions. And it weakens when contrary evidence presents itself. Like, if I compelled you to believe you ate steak for lunch today, but you found the receipt for fast food instead, it would weaken and possibly break. Complex lies take a lot of maintenance, and convincing a werewolf to not want to be with their mate...it just doesnât seem likely.â
âSo what youâre saying is the vampire canât be compelling her not to want to leave with me?â
âI strongly doubt sheâs under compulsion. What vampire are you dealing with?â
âNo idea. He didnât exactly introduce himself. She called him Roderick, I think.â
âDoesnât ring a bell, but most of us collect many names. Are you sure heâs a vamp?â
âNo, itâs just a guess.â
âWhere did you encounter him?â
I gave Nathaniel the address and waited while he searched for information. Finally he continued, âWell, we donât have any vampires registered there, or in that general vicinity. He might not be one of us, or if he is living there, heâs a rebel and not living aboveboard.â
âMaybe not.â I wondered what other sorts of supernatural creatures would essentially not have a scent. Hunters had ways of removing their scent, but he hadnât struck me as a hunter, since they tended to come off as puffed up humans. âThanks for your help.â
âOf course. If it does turn out to be an issue with a lawbreaking vampire impinging on the accords, contact me again and weâll sort it out. Itâs not the 1700s anymore.â
âI will.â My mind was already working through my next possible steps.
After hanging up with the queenâs vampire, I shifted back into my wolf form and after tossing and turning and agonizing for hours, I finally went to sleep.
The sun was up when I woke up after my fitful night. Nash went out hunting for breakfast, and I shifted back to my human form and grabbed my phone and called Will. No matter how he felt about our last encounter, I was hopeful our friendship was stronger than my manipulation. He didnât answer, and I hoped he was just busy and not still angry with me.
About an hour later he called back.
âHey, Max.â
âI found her.â
âCongratulations!â he said, and there was no reservation in his voice. I relaxed, understanding that he wasnât holding a grudge against me.
âThanks, but well, thereâs a catch.â
âWhat happened?â
I explained everything in detail, hoping his knowledge of magic would give him some insight into my situation. Finally, I said, âI know itâs a lot to ask, but I need your help.â
âMy help?â
âThereâs something off here, and I canât figure it out, so Iâm hoping your expertise will find something I canât. Will you come here and check it out? Nothing outside of your ethics, I swear.â
He sighed, but his response was not hesitant. âIâll see what I can do.â