To Crave a Blood Moon by Sharie Kohler

Author:Sharie Kohler
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Pocket Books
Published: 2009-08-23T04:00:00+00:00

15

Dressed, fed again, Sebastian strode through the bazaar near Gunter’s nest with swift purpose, feeling almost himself again. Almost. All expect the tightness seizing his throat when he thought about Ruby. Out there alone. He detected traces of her, hints, but nothing substantial lingered. She was long gone, beyond tracking. It was as if she had disappeared like smoke from the streets. Plucked off the ground and whisked away on the wind.

Since they’d mated, he was tuned in to her. He knew the earthy scent of her skin, the aroma of her hair. Wind that passed over her tasted different on his lips, felt different against his face. Lifting his chin, he breathed, drawing air deeply into his chest, probing. There was a bite in the air. It nipped at his newly shaved cheeks. Lowering his chin, he settled his gaze before him, eyes straight ahead as he walked.

He could pick up nothing.

“So,” Kit murmured, keeping pace beside him. “Is this lycan pretty?”

Sebastian glared at his sister-in-law. In the last day, he had learned how strong-willed she could be. And nosy. There was no leaving her behind at the hotel. In fact, they all insisted on joining him in his search.

This close to the pack’s nest, he knew he risked discovery. Darius, it seemed, knew this, too. Several times, the lycan would pause and lift his face to the air. Then his gaze would find Sebastian’s, lock in silent message. They risked much. And yet Darius never objected as they circled dangerously close to the pack’s nest again and again. He supposed a thousand-year-old lycan was accustomed to risking death.

“What are we doing hunting this one lycan?” Gideon demanded of Rafe. “We found your brother—not that it appeared we needed to. He’s safe now—”

“Then go home, March,” Sebastian snapped, stopping at a sudden familiar scent. Just the barest trickle, but he marked it. Ruby.

He moved past vendors’ stalls, slapping at a colorful array of scarves that blew in his path.

“Sebastian! Wait up,” Rafe called but he was gone, on the scent.

Her smell grew stronger and his gut cramped as he realized he was headed directly for the nest. Had she been recaptured then? His pulse hammered in his ears as he flew through the narrow alley, stopping before bursting into the courtyard that faced the warehouse of horrors he and Ruby had survived together.

“What are we doing here?” Rafe stopped beside him.

Sebastian held up a hand, listening, feeling. He sensed her close, but she wasn’t inside the warehouse. No, she was…

His gaze drifted up to the tenement at his right. Several shadowed and curtained windows stared down at him. Watching eyes.

He turned and ran for the front door. The others pounded behind him. He blew up three flights of stairs before stopping. A baby cried from a room somewhere at the end of the floor. He eased his foot off the top step and started down the dingy hall, each step he took slow, measured and assessing, before halting at the door numbered 417.

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