Dirty Blood 04 - Blood Rule by Heather Hildenbrand

Author:Heather Hildenbrand [Hildenbrand, Heather]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance, werewolves, ya, teen, series, hunters, dirty blood, heather hildenbrand
Publisher: Accendo Press
Published: 2013-08-05T07:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

The stolen tour bus, courtesy of Benny, was made-to-order. Someone had removed all but the first six rows of seats, leaving the rest of the space free for transporting creatures much more animal than human. Creatures no longer a part of our group.

I swallowed a whine.

Once on board, I walked directly to the farthest dark corner and curled into it.

George and Wes boarded slowly, each carrying a groggy Werewolf. The girls had woken enough that the bond between us had returned, but they still weren’t very steady on their feet.

Behind the last row of seats, Wes stopped and bent forward to lay Janie down, but George shook his head. “Back here, man,” George said. One by one, they each laid the girls down beside me. I cuddled up to them and laid my head on my paws.

I looked up at Wes. In the grainy darkness filtered by sputtering yellow streetlights, I saw him work a muscle in his jaw as he stared down at me. Then he crouched beside me and laid a hand on the top of my head.

“We’ll get them back,” he said.

George echoed the sentiment through the bond.

I didn’t answer. There was nothing to say to that. I still didn’t understand the desolation. I should’ve been happy. Getting rid of the bond was what I’d wanted. But not like this. It was like ripping off a newly formed scab—over and over.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Wes asked. His eyes were glued to mine; I knew he was trying desperately to read my thoughts—something that only worked for him on a full moon. Oh. What was today? I peered out the window at the chunk of moon hanging. It was big but not full.

I sighed. This would’ve been so much easier if he could pick it out for himself, no talking required. “It’s … empty,” I said, trying to put the pain into words he would understand.

He didn’t respond and I knew what he was thinking. This is what she wanted. What we wanted.

I looked away.

After a moment, George clapped a hand over Wes’s shoulder.

“Do you want me to drive first leg?” George asked, shifting the energy between us to something more normal. Less tense.

“Sure,” Wes said. “I need to update Edie.”

He rose and walked to the front of the bus. George settled himself in the driver’s seat and Wes sat on the last row, closest to my end. I knew he hated seeing me this way, but I couldn’t help it. I scooted closer to Emma.

The bus rumbled as it chugged to life underneath me. The gears creaked, objecting to whatever process George was putting them through. Then, with a lurch, we rolled forward. City lights tracked a pattern over the darkened windows and ceiling as we eased onto the street from the grass lot Benny had hidden the bus in.

On the main road, I didn’t bother watching Frederick Falls fade behind us. Knowing we were headed so far from where I’d last seen—and felt—my pack made my stomach clench.

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