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Authors: Cynthia Eden

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I just drove it in deeper. 
When his back had hit the floor, the hilt had broken off, and the silver blade was lodged deep within him.

“What did you think would happen?”  Elsa whispered as she clutched her mirror. “That you’d save her? That you’d get to keep her?”

Forever.
He’d wanted a chance, a shot at—

“She would’ve stayed young for centuries, and you would have wasted away.”  She held up the mirror to him. “See what would have been—
see it!”

Cade stared into the mirror. He saw the future that had waited for him and bellowed in maddened fury.

Chapter Eight

That bitch wasn’t killing Cade.  Allison jerked, twisted like a snake, and drove her claws—
not nearly as fierce as Cade’s
—into the blond vampire’s stomach.

He barely grunted. His eyes, too blue and bright, glittered down at her. “Don’t worry, we’ll keep you safe.”

Screw that.  Like she believed a word he said. 

Gritting her teeth, she pulled back her fist and slammed it right into his chest.

She heard something break. Luckily, it wasn’t her hand.

The vamp’s eyes widened.  “Pureblood,” he whispered as he fell back a step.

That step was all she needed. “You aren’t killing Cade!” She’d promised that vampires wouldn’t hurt him again, and now he was up there, not moving.

Dying?

No.

“Cade!” She spun away and jumped up half the stairs.

But the blond vampire moved faster than her. He blocked her path in an instant. “I’m like you. Born to the blood, I can help you…show you…”

The witch was next to Cade. Her werewolf was shouting, but his body wasn’t moving.  Dammit. “I don’t want you to show me anything! I don’t want anything—just
Cade!

Surprise slackened the vampire’s face. “He was…hurting you…holding you captive…”

She slammed her body into his. The vampire crashed into the wooden railing. “He was keeping me safe.” The wood began to splinter. “From all the murdering vamps who wanted me dead.”

The wood gave way.

The vampire didn’t try to fight the fall. He just plummeted to the hard floor below.

Allison grabbed a chunk of broken wood from the stairs. She rushed up toward Cade and the witch. “Get your ass away from him!”

Elsa turned around, her eyes were wide, and, oh, yeah, Allison saw the fear flash in her gaze. “You want to take me out so badly?” Allison snarled. “Then here’s your chance!”

But Elsa backed away. She dropped a mirror, and the heavy chunks of glass shattered at her feet. 

“Better save him…” Elsa told her as she edged back. “With that silver lodged in his spine, he could be dead in seconds.”

Allison froze, the wood gripped tightly in her hand. 

Elsa was still backing away. Going for another weapon? Preparing for another spell attack?

“Unless he doesn’t really matter to you…” Elsa threw out, taunting her. “Unless you
want
to watch him die.”

Cade was trying to crawl toward the witch. His legs weren’t working—because of the silver in his spine. 

She wouldn’t leave her wolf helpless. 

Never.

Allison rushed to his side. The wood dropped from her hands as she reached for his back. 

“I thought so…” The witch’s nearly purring voice said. “I knew your weakness.”

A rush of wind filled that second-story room.  Allison caught the sharp edge of the silver and ignored the pain when it sliced her flesh. “It’s okay,” she whispered to Cade. “I’ve got you. You’re going to be—”

The wind rushed harder, beating on her like hands, and a wooden stake burst through her chest.

Allison didn’t let go of that broken knife. She glanced down and saw the bloody edges of the wood. The same wood she’d brought up to use as
her
weapon.

That rushing wind, it had been Elsa, using one of her spells…she’d moved faster than Allison could see. The witch had come up behind her and—

“Got your heart, bitch,” Elsa told her.

Allison yanked out the silver blade.  She heard Cade’s fast inhale.
He’ll be okay now.
“No…” She managed to tell the witch even as every breath sent pain pulsing through her chest.  “You didn’t.”

The makeshift stake had gone from her back all the way through the front of her chest, but the witch had shitty aim.  She’d missed Allison’s heart.

Allison rose to her feet, swayed, but managed to stay upright.

Elsa scrambled back. “No,
no!”

A stained glass window waited behind her, one designed to show the beauty of a blooming red rose. But with the moonlight spilling through that glass, it appeared as if the witch were surrounded by blood.

She would be, soon enough.

Allison stalked slowly toward her. Every move
hurt,
but she wasn’t giving up. Wasn’t stopping. Her hands, already bloody, caught the edge of that stake. Slowly, inch by inch, she pulled it out.  Then she held her weapon gripped tightly in her fist.

“Why?” Allison asked because she had to know. “Why did you… come after me?” Her fangs were fully extended, and she wanted to tear Elsa’s throat wide open.
I’ve become the monster…and I don’t give a damn.
Not then. Then, she wanted the strength that being a vampire gave her. “I never…never would have…”

“You were going to kill me!”  Elsa screamed, backing away even more. Her elbows bumped into the big, stained glass window. “I saw it!”

Allison shook her head.  That small move had the room spinning.  Blood soaked her clothes.

“I tried to change it…” Elsa glanced around the room with bright, almost feverish eyes. “I
have
to change it.” Then she glanced over her shoulder, back through the stained glass, and the witch started to laugh. “The moon’s not full…it’s not time yet! You can’t kill me!”

Watch me.
Full moon or no full moon, Elsa was dying.  Allison wasn’t gonna give the witch another chance to attack.

Behind her, Allison heard bones snapping and popping. Cade. Shifting. Healing.  Her breath eased out slowly.
He’ll be all right.

Elsa wouldn’t be. “I am going to kill you,” Allison told her quietly, hands fisting.  “You won’t get out of this house alive tonight.”  She wouldn’t give Elsa a chance to come at her again or to come at Cade.

“I had to save myself!”  Elsa’s face flushed bright red as they faced off. “The mirror—I saw what you’d do! I saw—”

Screw the mirror. “
You
made this happen. 
You
started it all.  But I’ll end it.” Then, using every bit of strength that she had left—which wasn’t a hell of a lot—Allison jumped forward, diving right for Elsa.  She shoved the stake at Elsa’s chest. “My turn.”  The stake sank into Elsa’s flesh. Then Allison grabbed the witch, and she shoved her back into that stained glass window as hard as she could.

The glass shattered, raining down to the ground, and as Elsa fell, Allison yanked her hands back.

But the witch didn’t let her go. Elsa’s hands had clamped around her, and Allison was too weak then to break free.  She’d used her last bit of strength in the attack and—

Elsa pulled her through that broken glass. The shards sliced into Allison’s skin.  They fell, glass covering them, surrounding them, and the wind whipped past Allison’s body.

Then they hit the ground. 

***

When Allison went through that window, Cade leapt after her.  He’d just shifted back to human form, and he rushed for the window as quickly as he could, bellowing her name.

Not fast enough.

So when the witch pulled her through, Cade followed them right down to the ground below. Their bodies hit the earth with a sickening thud, and he leapt down just behind them, his knees barely buckling when he landed on his feet.

Glass littered the ground. Blood stained the earth. “Allison?”

She was face-down, half on top of the witch. His heart froze in his chest.  He stepped closer. “Allison?” 

At his voice, her head rose slightly, and his heart started to race in his chest.  He could see the blood on her cheek. The scratches. She pushed up slowly as she stared down at the still form of Elsa.

The witch hadn’t survived the fall. Maybe it was the stake in her chest that had killed her. Or the twisted angle of her neck. Either way, Elsa wouldn’t be hurting them or anyone else ever again.

He reached for Allison and lifted her gently into his arms. He noticed that, hell, yes, dammit, his hands were shaking.
Fear.
“Don’t ever fucking do that to me again.” He’d seen the stake go into
her
chest.  Had thought for one lost, desperate moment that she’d been dying.

Won’t lose her.

He pulled her closer. Held her tight.  He’d seen what waited in the mirror. What the future held for him and—


Werewolf.”

And the fucking vampires were back. Could no one just leave them the hell alone? 

Snarling, Cade pushed Allison behind him. He’d deal with these jackasses and then get her some place safe. Warm.

Then he’d make love to her all night long. Until he forgot what it was like to fear that death could steal her from him while he was helpless to do anything but just watch her die. 

One leap forward, and Cade had his claws at the big, blond vampire’s throat. Cade knew the lead asshole when he saw him. “Ready to lose that head?” One swipe, just one, and he’d be rid of the bastard.

“I’m not here…” The vampire didn’t seem particularly afraid. Obviously a dumbass. “To hurt her…or you.”

Bullshit.

“Elsa said…” The vampire swallowed and Cade sliced his throat, a small, warning slice. More would come. “She said you were the threat…that you were sent to kill Allison.”

Plans had fucking changed. Everything had changed for him from that first moment in the alley, when he’d looked into bright blue eyes and realized that he still had part of his soul left.

A soul and a heart. He should have killed her, but Cade had only come alive when he met her.

Allison slid her small hand over his shoulder. Cade forced himself to take a breath. The urge to strike was so strong that he trembled but…

But the vampire wasn’t making any move to attack.

“You got your Intel wrong,” Cade snapped. Okay, fuck, he had been hired to kill Allison, but that plan had changed day one.  He’d become the man who’d stand between her and any threat that might be out there.

Kill her?  Hell, no.  He wouldn’t even so much as bruise her skin. Right then, all he wanted to do was take her away, give her his blood, let her heal—

Then make love to her until he stopped being afraid that she’d slip away from him.

Death, you can’t have her. So fuck off. 

“No one takes her from me,” he said, the words a vow. He hadn’t found her just to lose her.  Wouldn’t happen. If he had to behead this vamp to prove it…

He was ready to slice.

“I mean her no harm.”  Blood dripped down the vampire’s throat. “I thought…that night in the alley, I thought you were the threat.”

“He wasn’t,” Allison said as her fingers pressed against Cade’s shoulder. 

Her voice was weak.
She needs blood.
His blood. But as much as he wanted to turn and scoop her into his arms, he didn’t move. Not yet. 

Cade kept his hold on his prey.

The only good vamp…

“I have no quarrel with you, werewolf,” the vampire told him. The guy’s cronies had come outside, but they stood just in front of the house, wisely deciding not to interrupt right then.

Smart. They might keep their heads.

“I know who you are,” the guy went on. “And I know what you did to that nest in Oregon who made the mistake of fucking with your pack.”

The rage built within Cade.

“If you hadn’t killed them,” he added, “then my team would have.  We don’t tolerate rogue groups, and we’re sure as hell don’t make a habit of torturing children.”

The guy looked sincere. 

But vampires could lie.

As easily as witches. Werewolves.

Humans.

All were good. Bad.  None were perfect.

Allison stroked Cade’s shoulder. “You might know us, but who the hell are you?” She wanted to know.

Cade risked a glance her way. Bruised, bloody…so beautiful.  The dumbass vampire probably thought so, too.

“Charles Crawford.  I’m on the Northwestern Vampire Council.”

Big deal. Vamps and their councils. He knew all about them. The councils were
supposed
to keep the vamps in check. Stop them from killing humans.

Keep ‘em on a leash.

From what he’d seen, those fancy councils did jack and shit.

Crawford glanced at Allison. “I was sent to protect you.”

“Then you arrived a bit late to the party, buddy,” Cade drawled. “Very late.” 

Crawford’s jaw clenched.  After a moment he said, “I vow that I won’t hurt her,” the vampire said, “or you.” 

He’d like to see the fool try. 

“Truce?” The vampire asked.

Oh, that grated and—

Allison swayed beside him.  Cade lunged for her and caught Allison just before she would have fallen.  Her skin was ice cold.

Her eyes were closing.

“No, sweetheart, don’t you even
think
of leaving me.”  He held her gently, like the fucking precious thing that she was.  He cradled her head and pushed her toward his throat. “Drink, Allison.”
Take everything you need.

Because he wasn’t letting her go.

Chapter Nine

A gasp came from a few of the assembled vamps when Cade offered his neck to her. Yeah, he got it—werewolves didn’t usually offer themselves up as food to a vamp.  He sure as hell wouldn’t to anyone but her.

He felt the press of her small fangs against his skin, a quick slice that was too fast for pain, then a surge of pleasure hit him as she began to gently suck on his neck.

He held her tighter and lifted her easily in his arms. As she drank from him, he faced the vampires.

Crawford watched him with blood still dripping down his own neck.  Mild curiosity lit the vampire’s eyes.  “So…it’s like that.”

“She’s mine.”  And he was hers. Forever.

Crawford inclined his head. “Do you know…” He seemed to hesitated, but then he asked bluntly, “Have you taken her blood?”

Same old song and dance. “We both know werewolves can’t become vampires, so don’t worry, I’m not about to turn.” He tensed when Allison’s tongue licked over his skin. What he wouldn’t give to be alone with her then. 

“You won’t turn…”  Now Crawford’s eyes had narrowed. Filled with speculation. “You’ll just become…more.”

He already knew that. He’d seen his future in the mirror.

Allison’s tongue swiped over his neck once more.  “I’m okay,” she whispered. “You can put me down now.”

He rather liked her where she was.

“There’s another vampire and werewolf pairing, down South.”  Crawford motioned to his men, and the others began to walk away, back into the darkness that surrounded the old home. “He’s become more, too.” 

“More?”  Allison asked, voice stronger.

“Your blood will make him stronger,” Crawford told her. “As long as he has you, he’ll always be stronger, faster…”

Immortal.
 

Cade had seen all of this in the mirror.  Elsa had thought that he’d see his death. That he’d see his body withering away over time while Allison stayed young forever.

He hadn’t seen that. He’d seen them. Laughing. Loving.

His life didn’t have to be a walking nightmare. With her, it could be more.

With her,
he
was already more. 

But even if his power had faded, even if they’d only been offered a few years, he would have taken those years.

Taken them and counted himself damn lucky.

“Maybe our kind can help each other…” Crawford murmured with a slight nod of his head. “Maybe.”  He stepped back. “I’ll send a team to…clean up this area.”

Nice code for body clean-up.

“And if you two should ever need me, I’ll be close.”

“Not too close,” Cade warned him, the power of the wolf rolling in his voice. “I’d hate to behead you…on accident.”

The vampire nodded at the warning, but his eyes were on Allison when he said, “Despite what you may think, we’re not all evil.  I can help you.”

Cade’s back teeth clenched.

Crawford laughed. “I said
help
, wolf, not screw. I’m really not that eager to feel your claws at my throat again.” 

Cade lowered his head close to Allison’s cheek.  The scent of roses filled his nostrils and soothed the beast within.

Before her, he would never have stood there,
talking
to the male vampire. Slashing and fighting?
Hell, yes.
 

But now…

Crawford backed away. 

Perhaps there could be more between vampires and werewolves. Maybe it didn’t have to just be about centuries of fury and rage and pain.

Allison looked up at him.

Maybe, just maybe, it could be about something so much better.

***

Allison gazed into Cade’s eyes as he thrust deep into her. A moan slipped from her even as her hands flattened on his chest.

She was above him, both her knees digging into the mattress on either side of his body.

She’d healed. They’d survived.

No more running. No more fear.

Just…

His cock slid along her sensitive flesh.

Pleasure.

His hands were on her hips. Holding her tight. Lifting her up, down, and she moved with him. Not too fast. Not too hard.

This wasn’t like the times before. The wild fury was gone.

Oh, the lust was still there, burning as hot as before but…

Allison leaned forward and kissed him.  Her lips, open, eager, feathered over his. Her tongue pushed into his mouth.

He growled, and she knew that he liked her taste, but he didn’t thrust harder. Just kept up that perfect driving pace. Smooth, slow, so deep.

When the climax hit her, the release sent a wave of pleasure rolling through her whole body.  Cade came with her, surging deep into her core.

And he held her close.

Just as she held him. 

Her head lowered to his chest. Her ear pressed against him, and his heart raced so quickly, almost shaking her with its strength.

“It’s over,” she whispered.

His heartbeat jumped.  Then he stiffened. “What?” His hands caught her shoulders, and he lifted her up. “You’re…going with the vampires? Allison, you don’t have to, I—”

She shook her head. The flash of pure panic in his eyes made her feel braver. “I meant that we didn’t have to worry about Elsa anymore.” Though the witch’s final moments would haunt her dreams—nightmares—for months to come.  Dammit, Elsa should never have looked into that mirror.  There were some things that folks weren’t meant to know.

If Elsa had never glanced in that mirror, would the witch have ever come after her?  Would their paths have ever even crossed?

Or, just by looking into that dark glass, had Elsa started the whole chain of events that had led to her own death?

Don’t think about her. Not now.

Allison’s fingers trailed over Cade’s muscled chest.  He was still inside her, growing bigger and stronger by the moment, and this—
he
—was what she wanted.

“I know…things won’t be easy.” She’d managed to take his blood without a problem, but the thought of drinking from anyone else had her shuddering.  Adjusting to vamp life wouldn’t be a quick, over-night process.

No more real food? No chocolate?  No drinks?

Only blood.

Her breath sighed out. “Maybe being with me, the way I am now,”
not human, not anymore, “
that might not be what you want.” No kids. No white picket fence.

“You’re exactly what I want.”

Oh, that sounded so good.  Her lips started to curl. “And you’re the only man I want.”  Through blood and death, darkness and fire—just him.

His hand lifted and threaded through her dark hair. “We’ll take it as slow as you want. We’ve got nothing but time.”

Not death. 

She nodded and for the first time in weeks, her heart felt lighter.

“I’ll keep you safe and give your nights filled with pleasure,” he told her, his eyes beginning to show the light of the wolf. “And I’ll stay by your side as long as you want me.”

Then he’d stay with her forever because she’d always want her wolf.

Want him. Need him. Love him?

Yes.

But could he love a vampire?  She was afraid to ask. Allison didn’t want—

“When I look at you,” Cade told her, “I see every fucking dream I’ve ever had.  You make me want to be better, for you.”

She lost her breath.

“Hell, I’m far from perfect, we both know that. And you could damn well do better—”

There was no one better. Stronger.

“But let me show you that I
can
love you.”

Her heart broke a little then.

“I can be the man you need.”

Allison shook her head. “You already are.”  Maybe he wasn’t perfect. She didn’t want perfect.
She
wasn’t perfect. Far from it.

Perfect was boring.

Instead of some pristine prince charming, she’d much rather have her big, bad wolf.

They’d make their own happy ending, one that would last forever. 

Forever with blood, monsters, and more than a bit of hot sex.

What vampire could ask for more? 

Allison smiled and bent to kiss her wolf again.

Forever.

###

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