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Chapter 24
Thrett's office was crowded with Brothers and Warriors, the constant mummer of voices creating a soft hum as they waited for the last member of their party to arrive. Krym had just left to take Mel down to the training facility and Thrett enjoyed the brief moment of peace while everyone was involved in their own conversations – he needed a breather from all of the questions, and he knew there were going to be many more tonight. He missed the days of being just another Brother, of going out on regular patrols and taking orders. He wouldn't take back his decision to accept the position as Commander – it was who he was, a leader to the core - but he did miss the simplicity of not being in charge.
The room suddenly went silent as the door to the office opened, and Henry ushered a very apprehensive male into the room. He was tall and lean, with long black hair and piercing green eyes. He wore white linen pants and long-sleeved shirt over his pale skin. There was something familiar about him, but Thrett couldn't place it. The Chosen regained his composure and squared his shoulders, looking over the room for who was in charge. Thrett stood from the chair behind his desk and motioned for him to come forward. Stealth vacated his seat and moved to stand against the wall. The male crossed the room and nodded in thanks as he sat down.
"Thank you for agreeing to help us," Thrett said earnestly.
"Anything I can do to help the Brotherhood is an honor," he replied.
Thrett could feel the male's emotions, and try as he might to appear calm on the outside, he was terrified. The Chosen led a very sheltered life and Thrett couldn't fault him for his fears, but they needed his help if they were going to find the missing female before it was too late.
"I understand that you fed Lucinda recently?" Thrett asked, getting straight to the point.
"Yes, I'm not sure when. I've been on the other side so I'm not sure how many days have gone by here," the male answered with a nervous glance around the room. His attention settled on Tehrrify - leaning against a bookcase on the opposite wall - and his shoulders relaxed.
She smiled at him and took a step forward, both Dhaynger and Intrudehr tensing where they stood. Thrett took in the odd mix of emotion in the room and after reassessing the Chosen before him, realized why he had seemed familiar – this was the male who brought his daughter through her transition. Tehrrify looked to Thrett and he nodded his permission for her to take over.
"It's fine Bren, we just need to know if you can still sense where she is?" Tehrrify asked, radiating calm toward the frightened male. Thrett's chest swelled with pride watching his daughter use her gifts. He had always been able to sense and block the emotions and sometimes thoughts of others, but never manipulate them. Tehrrify had far surpassed his talents and was still only beginning to understand her own. Bren visibly relaxed and held her eyes as he began to nod.
"Yes, I can," Brendon, said finally. "I'm not sure where she is exactly but I can tell it's toward the east."
"That's great Brendon, can you give us a distance?" Thrett asked, trying his hardest not to break the tenuous calm Tehrrify was holding over the male, but feeling the urgency to move, now that they at least had a direction to start looking.
"Can't you just apparate to wherever she is and call us in, we don't have time for this!" Huhnter exclaimed, rising from his seat. Thrett sent him a warning glare and he lowered himself back down, shoving a hand through his wavy dark hair.
"I can't just…I'm not trained to…" Brendon stumbled over his words, panic leaking back into his voice.
"Don't worry about it, we don't need you to go anywhere," Tehrrify soothed, crouching down in front of him. "May I?" she asked, holding out her hands.
"Of course," Brendon said, taking her smaller hands in his.
"Thank you, now can you do me a favor?" she spoke softly. He nodded. "Close your eyes. Good, now bring it back up - the feeling of where Lucinda is. Focus on her essence and the connection you have. Excellent, now focus on where you would go if you were going to her."
Thrett leaned forward on his desk as she coached Brendon. Her eyes were closed and her brows creased in concentration. The entire room was holding their breath as they all watched her work. After a moment she gave his hands a squeeze and stood up, turning to face Thrett.
"I've got it, permission to leave sir?" she asked.
"You can't go alone Tehrrify," Thrett answered immediately, his pulse picking up at the thought of her rushing into danger without backup. As much as he trusted her skills, he wouldn't send any of his men in alone and his daughter would be no different.
"I don't have to," she said calmly. A brief flash of reservation passed over her features but her emotions were locked down tight. "Intrudehr and possibly Dhaynger can follow right behind me." She tensed her jaw but held his gaze.
Thrett clenched his fists as he looked from one male to the other. It was one thing to suspect them both of being with his daughter, but it was much worse hearing it voiced aloud.
"I agree with Huhnter sir, we don't have time for hesitation. She is terrified and in pain." Her voice held a note of urgency that Thrett couldn't deny.
"Alright, Intrudehr, Dhaynger, follow her if you can. All three of you make sure your GPS is on so that we can pinpoint your location as soon as you arrive. Understood?" Thrett commanded, keeping his mind solidly on the situation at hand to keep himself from worrying about Tehrrify.
Moments later, gun in hand, Tehrrify was waiting for his word to apparate in search of the missing female. Thrett reminded himself for the hundredth time that making her a Warrior meant being her Commander first and her father second. He nodded and she disappeared.
…
Tara crouched behind an overgrown bush as soon as she appeared behind the dilapidated house. She wanted to rush ahead and save the female, but she had her orders, and she was lucky that her sire had even agreed to let her come on her own. She took in her surroundings with a critical eye. The dark forest surrounding the neglected property was alive with the sounds of small forest animals, but she could hear nothing from inside of the house. The windows were all boarded up, but she could see a dim light coming from under the back door – that was hanging slightly crooked on its hinges. There was a crunching sound behind her and she whirled around quickly with her gun drawn. Tru held up his hands until she recognized him and then she took a deep breath and motioned with her head toward the house.
"I only had to wait for one of you," she whispered. "I'm going in."
She didn't wait for a response, just broke out into a run across the lawn, careful not to trip over the wild tangles of grass and weeds. Her feet flew silently over the damp ground, the foliage cushioning her footfalls. She was at the back door in seconds and her foot shot up to kick the door without a moment's hesitation. Her shitkicker made contact just to the left of the door handle, busting the flimsy deadbolt right out of the frame as the door crashed open.
The bare lightbulb hanging from the ceiling lit the dirty hallway and adjacent living area, but both were empty except for some broken furniture and what looked like a makeshift bed where someone had been squatting. The smell of blood and the sickly sweet stench of Lesser hung heavy in the air and Tara's heart picked up its pace. Having made enough noise to alert anyone that she was there, Tara knew she had no time to hesitate.
She heard - as well as felt - Tru and Dhayn entering the house behind her, and turned to motion them forward. They scanned the remains of what used to be a kitchen – now in shambles- and the attached dining area, but again there was nothing to be found. The two bedrooms off of the main hallway were bare, but for more piles of broken furniture and large smears of dark red and black on the cheap stained carpet. A sinking feeling began in the pit of her stomach.
Tara was beginning to think that she had made a mistake – taken them to the wrong house - or that maybe they were too late. Just as she was pulling out her phone to call Thrett, Dhayn shouted to her from the kitchen. She rushed down the short hallway and held her breath at the rotting stench lingering in the room. Dhayn and Tru stood across the room on the other side of an overturned fridge and motioned to a now open door she had assumed to be a pantry or broom closet when they rushed through the kitchen only moments before. As she made her way through the rubble of broken cupboards and chairs, she heard a soft whimper drift up from the open doorway. Her adrenalin spiked as she realized it was a stairway to a basement.
The guys had heard it too, and were already rushing down the dark stairs by the time she reached the top. The clamoring of heavy boots on the creaky wooden steps echoed loudly in the old vacant house, but stealth was no longer a concern. Whoever was responsible for holding Lucinda was now trapped with three very angry Warriors.
There was a dim light shining from a lamp in the far corner of the cluttered basement. The cold cement room was silent, but Tara could feel waves of fear emanating from behind a stack of moldy boxes. She opened up her senses and felt no other threat in the room. The thoughts of the frightened female pierced into her mind with her shields down, and Tara motioned for the guys to wait while she hurried over to the boxes.
"It's okay Lucinda, we are hear to help you," Tara said, letting waves of calm roll off of her toward the hiding female.
"Oh thank the Virgin, I thought that they killed him and came back for me," Lucinda said, crawling out from behind the boxes.
Her red hair was a tangled mess and her face was streaked with mascara. She was wearing a man's shirt that hung to her mid thigh, and she clutched it to her chest with a white-knuckled grip. Tara noticed the bruises on her wrists and her anger spiked.
"Are you alright? Who's coming back? Who did this to you?" Tara couldn't stop the questions from pouring out of her mouth.
"I don't know," Lucinda said, shaking her head. "I don't even know how long I've been down here. They kept me blindfolded and tied to that bed." She motioned over toward the lamp. Next to the table it sat on was a metal-framed bed with a bare, stained mattress, and ropes hanging from the four posts.
"How did you get free?" Dhayn asked from behind Tara, and Lucinda jumped back, frightened. She obviously hadn't noticed Tara's partners.
"It's okay, they are with me. We're all Warriors, sent to find you," Tara soothed, sending out more calming waves until Lucinda's shoulders relaxed.
"Is Lucian a Warrior too?" Lucinda asked.
"Who's Lucian?" Tara responded, confused.
"He's the one that found me, and there was so much fighting, and I couldn't see anything, and then he freed me but he had to run after the ones that got away…oh no, what if they killed him? You have to look for him!" Lucinda's eyes were panicked and filled with tears.
"Oh shit!" Tru exclaimed from the corner Lucinda had motioned to.
Dhayn hurried over and looked at whatever Tru was now crouching beside. Tara's interest was piqued but she didn't want to leave the frightened female while she still shook with fear. She reached for Lucinda's hand and gently took it in her own.
"We will search for him, the rest of our team is on their way," Tara assured her. "Come on, let's get you upstairs."
The two of them ascended the rickety stairs slowly with Tara's gun drawn and ready in case Lucinda's captors did make a second appearance. They carefully navigated the kitchen, the debris making it hard on Lucinda's bare feet.
Tara found a chair in the dining room that still had all four legs and righted it so that Lucinda could sit while she called Thrett. She kept a careful watch of all the exits as she filled her sire in on what they had found. The rest of the Brother's were only one minute away which helped to ease Tara' s mind, if only slightly. She wanted to get the poor female out of that disgusting place.
…
Dhayn stepped back from the bloody corpse and shook his head.
"That guy's human," he said finally, not believing his own eyes. How had a human pulled this off?
"Fucker's paid for whatever he did to that poor female that's for sure," Intrudehr replied, standing up and walking toward the stairs.
"Whoever did that has a sick fucking mind," Dhayn said, following the other male.
The body was severely beaten, and the man's…member was lodged in his own throat. Dhayn shuddered again and tried to shake the image from his mind.
They found Tara in the dining room with Lucinda. Dhayn watched as Intrudehr absently placed his hand on her lower back and his forgotten anger stirred to life. Tara glanced up at him quickly and there was pleading in her eyes. Dhayn swallowed his pride and backed out of the room, deciding that someone should be watching for the others. Hopefully that would distract him from wanting to give Intrudehr the same treatment the poor fucker downstairs received.
Dhayn open the front door and stepped out onto the small porch. There were two cars in the gravel driveway, neither of them occupied. Where had the kidnappers gone? He wondered. Well, at least one of them was dead downstairs, but just how many of these bastards got away? By the smell one of them had to be a Lesser.
Two sets of headlights broke through the trees at the end of the driveway and Dhayn recognized Huhnter's Hummer and Thrett's sleek black sedan. Dust kicked up behind the cars as they sped toward the house. He called over his shoulder to let the others know that the Brother's had arrived.
Tara came out the door with her arm draped protectively around Lucinda's shoulders and Intrudehr followed a few steps behind. The cars came to a halt and the Brother's jumped out almost in unison. Dhayn fought back a smile.
Huhnter dashed from the car with incredible speed and was standing in front of the females a second later. Tara shielded Lucinda like a mother hen.
"Lucy? Are you all right? Did they hurt you? I swear to the Virgin if they hurt you…" Huhnter drifted off with anger flashing in his eyes.
Lucy? Dhayn puzzled, apparently Huhnter knew more than just her reputation. He looked back and forth as Lucinda relaxed and stepped out to see who was talking to her. She smiled in recognition and was just stepping toward Huhnter's open arms, when motion from the tree line caught Dhayn's attention. Dhayn pulled out his gun and bolted for the figure immerging from the trees without pause. He heard the other males not far behind him.
"Wait!" Lucinda called. "That's Lucian!"
The male was naked from the waist up and slowed his pace as he took in the encroaching army of angry males. He raised both hands in a motion of surrender but continued to walk confidently toward them. Dhayn looked over his shoulder and found Lucinda running barefoot across the grass. The group converged somewhere in the middle of the front lawn, tensions high, but Lucinda didn't hesitate to throw her arms around the male in an embrace.
"Oh thank the Virgin you're alive!" she said in a voice breathless from running. "I thought…when you didn't come back right away…"
"I am sorry I worried you darlin'" the male said, patting her shoulder. His muscular frame was covered in cuts and bruises and his black hair was caked in blood and disheveled.
Huhnter stepped forward from the crowd surrounding them and glared daggers at the male. "Who are you?" he asked, his voice low and dangerous.
"My name is Lucian, son of Dracen," Lucian replied confidently, his dark eyes holding the Brother's as he spoke. "I would be happy to answer any of your questions gentlemen, but first, can we please get Lucinda home?"
Thrett pushed to the forefront and took control of the group, Handing Tara his keys and ordering the three Warriors to take Lucinda to the nearest clinic – the one Mel had just been released from – to get checked out. Lucian nodded in agreement and ushered her forward toward the cars.
Dhayn was irritated to have to leave, but he knew once the four of them were on their way the Brothers would question the male – without an audience – and get down to the bottom of whatever was going on. Dhayn reluctantly climbed into the back of the car with Intrudehr, letting the females have the front. Now if he could only keep himself from strangling the male next to him for fifteen minutes.
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