Fated for Her Wolves - Tara West Page 0,32

his thumb. He sucked on the digit like it was a popsicle. “The more I know about your culture, the better.”

“Then ask Katarina,” she snapped.

“Perhaps I will.” He spoke around his finger. “Natasha, bring in the wolverine.”

Tatiana pressed against the wall of her cell, praying to the Ancients and wishing she could access her wolf. Katarina’s screaming and thrashing intensified as the demon woman dragged the cage inside.

When Natasha handed Sergey a plastic bag filled with blood, Tatiana’s stomach turned over. Laughing, Sergey splattered the blood all over Tatiana’s chest. What the fuck was happening?

“Poor creature.” Sergey said as he kicked the wolverine’s cage. “We’ve been starving him. He will not be able to resist your scent.” He handed the blade to Natasha. “Retrieve the amethyst.”

Natasha approached her, blade aimed at her chest, and Tatiana let out a roar. “I will claw your fucking eyes out!”

Natasha grabbed her wrist, squeezing so hard Tatiana cried out from the pain.

“I love torture,” the demon hissed and plunged the blade into her collarbone.

The moment the stone left her body, her wolf roared to life. She shifted, then screamed when she felt as if her soul was being ripped from her body. She vaguely remembered floating above everyone, watching her human body fall to the ground as she tried, and failed, to grasp her hair.

Natasha fell over, too, lifeless, as a cloud of black smoke poured from her agape mouth and into Tatiana’s. It took Tatiana a moment to realize Natasha’s soul had gone into her body, and she had been reduced to a floating spirit. She was horrified when her own eyes blinked up at her, hazel with a tinge of red, and a wicked smile spread across her lips. “I have the shifter’s body, Master,” she cooed.

A wicked gleam in his eyes, Sergey rubbed his hands together. “Can you access her wolf?”

Natasha frowned. “No. It is the same as with Katarina.”

How did that demon steal her body? What was going to happen to her? Was she dead? She tried to grab her body again, but some unseen force pushed her back. She dove for the supine body that had once been Natasha, then let out a gasp and sat up. She looked down at her new, pale hands, her wolf roaring as she glared at the demon who’d stolen her skin. She swore when pain pierced her back. Her wolf whimpered, then went silent. She gaped at Sergey, who was pointing a dart gun at her.

Before she could stop him, he roughly grabbed her arm and chained her to the wall. She was so disoriented, she couldn’t fight. She barely registered the wolverine, thrashing in his cage, howling for blood.

“What can you tell me?” Sergey said to the demon in Tatiana’s skin.

“She is to be bonded to Katarina’s sons,” Natasha answered.

“Interesting.” Sergey gave her a sly glance. “That means the witch who replaced Katarina will be her mother-in-law.”

Great Ancients! The demons had access to her memories! They could learn everything about the Amaroki, though Tatiana suspected they already had all the information they needed to annihilate their entire race.

Natasha gave her a dark look, and chills raced up her spine. “The witch’s name is Eilea Lupescu, and they are close.”

What did they want with Eilea? Then Tatiana realized she had access to Natasha’s memories. She saw the night the human named Natasha lost her lifeforce to Sergey and then her body was stolen by another demon. Great Ancients, they weren’t just demons! Sergey was an incubus whose demon name was Sitri. Natasha was a succubus known as Balban. That name sounded familiar, and then she realized Balban was the demon who’d attacked the Texas Amaroki. It was all starting to make sense now. These demons held an old grudge against their Ancients for casting Sitri into hell over a century ago. They saw Eilea as the key to enacting their vengeance, believing if they could access her spells, they could not only take down the shifter race, but rule the human world.

Tatiana had to stop them but how? Katarina gave her a hopeless look, tears streaking her face. According to Balban’s memories, Katarina had refused to tell Sitri about the amethysts. Why? Did she still care about the shifter race? Katarina rattled her chains again, screaming into her gag.

“You have been nothing but trouble today, Katarina.” Sitri stood, smoothing a hand over his distended belly. “Do you need to be tortured again?”

Tatiana panicked; she had to save Katarina. “Balban.” She growled at