“Yes, but I just thought one of their members saw me and alerted Michael.”
“Maybe, but I bet they knew where you were at all times because of this little bugger.”
“Those fuckers! Can you get it out of me?” David asked, angrily.
“Yeah, but it’s gonna hurt.”
“I don’t care! Just get it out!”
Extending his claws, Zane used one to slice open the raised skin, reaching in until he located the cylindrical device. Hooking it with his claw, he slowly pulled it out through the opening he’d made. Then, bending over, he licked the open wound, knowing his saliva would help it heal faster. “There, that should help.”
The pain wasn’t as bad as David thought it would be—certainly nowhere near what he felt when they caned him. Looking down at his wound, he watched the skin knit together, amazed at how fast it was happening. Glancing at his mate, he asked, “Why did you lick it?”
“We’re Fated Mates…our saliva has healing powers for each other. You’ll see, when I claim you, I’ll lick my bite afterwards and it will heal up quickly. You’ll still have a scar because it’s a claiming bite, but you won’t have one there,” Zane said, pointing to the small, quickly-healing wound.
David’s eyes followed his mate’s finger; they widened when he saw the cut was now fully healed and when he rubbed his finger over the spot, he was amazed at the smoothness of his skin.
Holding the device up to the candlelight, Zane said, “We could leave this here for them to find but I have a better idea. Can you bop us back to Loch Ness?”
“To Brian’s boat?”
“No, some place out of sight where I can throw this into the water.”
“Oh, I know just the spot. Brian took me there on his boat. But why throw it into the water?”
“If I’m not mistaken, this little thing is waterproof, so it will continue to send out a signal to the dudes who are after…”
“Michael will think I’m in the water!”
“Yes. Hopefully, he’ll think you’re dead.”
“Oh, that’s perfect!” David said, with delight. “Ready to be bopped?”
“Bop away!” laughed Zane.
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Flying low, weaving through the valleys between mountains, Logan scanned for Brian’s place where his brother and David were staying. Finally spotting it, his dragon descended toward the small, whitewashed cottage.
Macushla, do you see the wolves?
Yes. Oh shit, they’re attacking David and Zane! Tell Slate and Dakota to hold on tight.
“Guys, hold on tight! Zane and David are in trouble!”
Swooping down and circling the cottage, Logan’s dragon opened his mouth, roaring out flames, scorching the valley’s floor, stopping the wolves that were around the back of the cabin, forcing them to retreat. Then his dragon rose and turned to face the front door, only to find it had already been breached. Thundering loudly, Logan’s flames lit up the nighttime sky as he circledoverhead causing the wolves inside to flee. Swooping low and following the pack, his dragon continued the flaming attack, driving the fleeing wolves into a frenzy.
When the pack finally disappeared into the deep woods, no longer within Logan’s sight, his dragon circled back and landed next to Brian’s cottage, where everyone scrambled off. Logan shifted back and rushed towards the broken door, fearful about what he’d find inside. Kicking aside the splintered wood, he strode into the cottage, only to find the remnants of an finished meal, a dying fire and nothing else. His brother and David had escaped. But Logan’s relief quickly turned to frustration when he realized he was back at square one as to where they’d gone.
“Zane was here,” Kieran said, pointing to the pink unicorn pajama pants hanging on the back of the kitchen chair. “I gave him those.”
Looking around, Dakota said, “They left in a hurry. David probably poofed them someplace as soon as he heard the door break.”
“Yeah, but where?” asked Logan.
“Maybe Brian would know,” Slate said.
“Yeah, maybe. Let’s head back to the hotel and I’ll call him in the morning,” said Logan before striding out of the cottage to shift.
