William (The Valentines) - By Sam Crescent Page 0,26

crazy vampire? But he wasn’t just anyone’s crazy vampire—he was hers.

The end was coming. She could sense the other woman who was here. The woman who wanted her dead. Her power circled her like an endless serpent, wanting her blood, magic and life essence.

The other immortals in the prison were howling, crying out in pain. Something was happening. Something was changing.

“Katie,” a still voice whispered through her mind.

Katie glanced around, looking for the source.

“I’m here, Baby. I’m always here.”

Katie knew who it was. The only person in life—besides William and Sophie—ever to make her feel loved and cherished.

“Mum?”

Chapter Nine

William was close. He knew James. He’d spent most of his life searching for him, studying the evil pack leader, looking for a weakness. He couldn’t believe he hadn’t thought of this before.

James had a history of being predictable and lazy. He’d found Katie using her powers in the Beyer West Forest, the very forest where he’d killed Emma. He’d planted the turned humans, big and bloody. Now, as always with James, he would come full circle—and there, at the edge of the bridge, was what he was looking for.

No human eye could see the dark mansion with the iron gates surrounding masses of fields. Their father had believed this place was long forgotten. William hadn’t thought about it, too busy dealing with his grief at losing Emma.

When James had disappeared along with most of the pack, William should have known that this was where he would have camped out. And he needed a witch in order to deliver protection for the wolves, a witch who could cloak the fortress in a sensing spell.

No immortal would even be able to tell there were werewolves in residence, though the spell had been designed to work against humans, at the time they’d been hunting them, trying to scour out all the evil lurking in the village.

He approached the gate and placed his hands on the bars. Closing his eyes, he allowed his soul to merge with Katie’s.

William tensed, his fists straining around the bars.

She was here. Locked away. Dying.

William let out a mighty roar, his ferocious anger lighting the way. He was a beast, a vampire searching for his mate, and the Alpha in this house had her.

The gate bent and snapped open with a single pull. The first werewolf who came at him went down as he tore out its heart. A half-blooded werewolf was no match for the full-blooded, enraged vampire.

“Katie,” he bellowed, making his presence known to everyone but not caring in the slightest. Six wolves came at him. He charged. The fight was on. He was leaving this house with his woman or he would die trying and he would kill as many fucking wolves as he could.

* * * *

“What are you trying to say?” Robert asked his brother.

“Emma is still alive. She’s been working with James this whole time,” Adam told him for the third time in a row.

“But we buried Emma,” his mother said.

Adam turned to the rest of the room. Rose was standing next to their mother with Dawn at her feet. Robert stood in the corner with Sophie. Don, looking every bit the angry bitter vampire, stood with Jason near the door.

“No, we didn’t. We buried a trinket next to her family. She’s not there and she’s not dead. She killed her sisters. She was working with James. She knew the location of all the witches. Emma would have been able to track them down.” Adam began to get impatient.

“What does Katie have to do with this?” Robert asked him.

“Emma’s sister was in trouble. She was pregnant. Don’t you remember? She must have given birth before Emma killed her.” Adam looked at all of them, begging them to understand.

“Fuck,” Robert cursed.

“William knows,” Jason said.

“What do you mean?” Adam asked.

“He left the house a while ago. When I asked, he simply said that he knew where she was. William is going to the fortress but he doesn’t know Emma could still be alive. He’s managed to track Katie somehow.”

“Emma must have been at the council. She controlled us through magic so we couldn’t stop him from killing our father. I’ll destroy that bitch,” Robert said. All the paperwork on the desk was flung across the room as his anger took hold.

“Something tells me that after Williams finds her, you’ll be too late. When he finds out she endangered Katie—maybe even killed her—he won’t come back from the rage. William is on a fine line as it