Without her . . .
There was nothing inside him now but the wild animal that only wanted the blood of everyone around him.
Fury approached them slowly in human form.
"Where's Liam?" Vane asked.
"I sent him on to tell the others that the Daimons were defeated."
Vane scowled. "Why did you stay?"
Fury glanced to Anya's body. "I didn't think you two were in any shape to defend-"
"We're fine," Fang snarled, and grabbed him by the throat.
Fury covered his wrist with his hand and jerked it away. His turquoise eyes blazed with anger. "Grief or no grief, you ever touch me like that again and I will kill you."
Vane broke them apart. "There's been enough killing here tonight. We need to go."
Fury stepped back.
Fang started to apologize, but the words caught in his throat. Besides, he didn't owe the bastard anything. Fury was probably gloating over this. It would be typical of him.
Dismissing the thought, Fang stooped down to retrieve Anya's body. He stood slowly with Anya in his arms. Her fur tickled his skin. Over and over he saw images of her as a pup, as a teen, and as a woman. Most of all, he saw images of her as his sister and best friend.
Gods, how he'd miss her.
Vane sighed. "You ready?"
No. He would never be ready to say good-bye to her. But they couldn't stay here forever. So he nodded even though he wanted to die alongside her.
Using their powers, they found their pack and where they'd made a temporary den in Slidell. Not too far away since the burdened females couldn't travel easily, but far enough away that they should be relatively safe.
As soon as they appeared, all activity in the camp stopped.
Every eye, human and wolf, turned to them and Fang swore he could hear their sharp intakes of breath.
But it was their father's ashen look that stopped them from moving.
Fang was taken aback by his father's expression. Was it even possible that the old bastard had feelings for them?
Yet there was no denying the anguish in his weary eyes.
Markus came forward. "Where are the young?"
Vane dropped his hand away from Anya's body. "She died before they were born."
Markus choked on a sob. Stunned by the unexpected show of emotion, Fang didn't move as his father came forward to hug Vane.
At least that's what it looked like he was going to do until his father snapped a small silver collar on his brother's neck. Before Fang could move, Stefan snapped one on him from behind.
Stepping back, Markus looked to the others around them. "It's time for a timoria. Kill them."
Fang fought as Markus pulled Anya's body out of his arms. He didn't want to let her go, but with the collar on, he was virtually human with no powers and no strength to do much more than curse at them.
Stefan grabbed him and with the help of his bastard cronies, he was able to knock Fang to the ground and tie his hands behind his back. He tried to use his powers, but the collar prevented it. And in human form, he wasn't nearly as strong as he was as a wolf.
Vane was on the ground a few feet from him, also bound.