you want to find out who took your dinner or not?” I shot him a glare and closed my eyes again.
The air had become icy outside and its chill was almost painful. I centered my power and wrapped myself in a warm pocket of flowing air. As I relaxed, my focus sharpened.
I sent my power out into the city. They were thin tendrils of awareness searching, feeling, and tasting the air. My power licked along the ground and everything on it. People, plants, animals, and structures were all a part of the search. The air was pulled in through my lungs, each molecule tested, tasted. I savored the feel of spreading out among nature. My mind seeped into the moments that ticked by. My body swayed with the wind, my skin tingled with the current of so many lives.
Time was of no value to me, but when repetitions of energy began to enter my mind, I knew my search had covered enough distance and I was circling back. I opened my eyes and sighed.
Seth, his arms folded, was staring at me with a strange expression on his face. “So you know the location?” he stepped closer.
“No, but that in itself is a clue as to who has the blood.” I stood and started brushing the dirt and drywall dust off of my clothing.
Seth cleared his throat. His arms were still folded with impatience.
“Think about it Seth.” I stopped slapping at the dirt on my pants. “Me, with all my power could not locate a simple pair of refrigerators or who could have taken them. Doesn’t that seem odd?” I looked at him as realization filled his eyes.
“Voltaire!” he punched the air and spun. It was a surprisingly human reaction and had me gawking. I let out a small chuckle.
“You are laughing?” He lowered his brows. “When Voltaire and his mewling wolves are probably making a whole race of Madea’s as we speak?”
Seth was obviously more up to speed on Voltaire’s new partnerships than I had realized, but then again, he was part of the Council. I folded my arms and looked at him. “He can’t do that, Seth. There wasn’t enough blood to change the whole wolf pack.”
“Have you lost your senses?” he whirled on me, “Only enough to change one would be your undoing! What if that one person is Patrick? What do you think a Werewolf Pack Master could do with all that extra strength? My Sweet, do you realize that since I have had your blood, I can feel you? I am so tuned into you it makes me crazy when I’m not around you! It is a constant struggle knowing I have the strength to force you.” His voice lowered, his eyes left mine, “I respect you now.” He cleared his throat, “so I control that urge. Patrick, on the other hand, or any of your enemies for that matter, will not be as kind. And, remember this, Sweet…” He gently grasped my chin and looked into my eyes. “You have absolutely no power over me.” He moved so quickly I was on the ground before his last words even registered.
“Stop me, Sweet. Use your powers to stop me from shoving inside you right here.” He kissed me hard. I screamed into his mouth and pushed as I tried to move under his weight. His massive arms had me pinned to the debris-strewn ground causing tiny bits of wood to push painfully into my back. I twisted my legs and tried to smash my knee into his groin. Instead, he shifted and slammed my legs to the ground with his knees. I knew from our past violent encounters that I couldn’t transport him anywhere, not unless I wanted to go along for the ride. It was another clue to his transformation that I conveniently ignored. I closed my eyes and pulled on my power. Pulling the air in through my nose, I concentrated on forming all I had into a crushing ball of heat. When I felt I had enough to shake the earth, I shoved it into him as hard as I could.
Seth’s eyes bled to pure silver and he bared his white teeth as they grew long and sharp before my eyes. “Feed me more, Sweet,” he groaned. Running his tongue down my cheek, he growled, “It feels like sex in the sun.” His breath was hot against my cheek as he spoke.
Defeated, I dropped my head back and began to cry. Before a