The Vampire Went Down to Georgia (Southern Vampire Detective Book 3) by Selene Charles

Author:Selene Charles [Charles, Selene]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Selene Charles Publishing
Published: 2018-03-07T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter 9

Mercer

He knew he was dreaming, but it felt so damn real.

There were trees all around, the thick smell of heather and moss in the air. Stars shone like thousands of winking silver daggers in the sky.

A dark shadow paced him.

He was still in human form, but he was swift, running faster than he’d ever run before, dodging dangling branches, jumping high over ruts and long, corrugated roots rising up from the ground like gnarled fingers.

What was that shadow? And how was it that, no matter where he went, it was always there? Watching. Burning red eyes tracking his every move, not caring that Mercer could see them.

His heart beat a powerful cadence in his chest. Sweat rolled down his naked back. But his breath was even, steady. He could run all night if he needed to.

Then a flash caught his eye.

A streak of gold in the moonlight.

Frowning, Mercer turned to look at the object pacing him on the opposite side of the shadow. The light had turned and was bounding away, moving preternaturally fast.

Something told him to follow, some guiding hand, some instinct. Glancing back at the darkness one last time, he shifted course and followed the light.

The shadow screamed behind him, raging. It rolled swiftly across the land to catch him, but the light was keeping him hidden. The light was showing him a different way, a secret path.

At the next turn Mercer took, the trees were no longer surrounding him. He stood high up on a hill, the moon so full and large that it took up the whole of the sky.

The streak of gold had stopped running so that he could finally make out what it was.

Fifteen paces in front of him stood a magnificent wolf with neon-green eyes.

Instantly, Mercer knew who it was. It was him. His animal self.

The wolf’s keenly intelligent gaze never swerved from Mercer’s own. The wolf was powerful and tall, coming just about to Mercer’s waist. He padded silently forward.

Mercer sniffed, but he’d lost his ability to scent as the wolf. All he smelled was the flower-drenched musk of the warm night.

“What is this place?” Mercer asked softly. He’d never been here before. Nor had he ever been separated from his animal side like this.

He stared into his wolf’s eyes, and his wolf stared back into his own, a strange sensation of belonging—a symbiosis of two like and unlike beings—swept through him, making him feel as if he was looking at his soul and his soul was staring right back at him.

“Is this a dream?”

The wolf didn’t move but spoke inside Mercer’s mind. You know who I am, animal. You and I share one breath, one heart, one mind.

Mercer frowned. “Why have you shown yourself to me this way?”

Animal has forgotten what the man with the bones said. Animal believes he knows truth, but animal knows only what she of the dark blood allows. Her hands are soaked in red, and her sword cries out for more.

Mercer shook his head because little of what the wolf said was making sense.

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