Davina (The Immortal Prophecy 3)

“That’s the answer. She’s the big bad mother Alpha. I’m guessing she’s the key to Jacith. She’s a psycho bitch like you, so you better kill her. Don’t become besties or something. She’ll try to take your power.”

The Immortal chuckled softly. No one could take her power. No one was a match to her anymore. She thought, “Thank you, my human.” Then, she released Davy from her thoughts and pushed her back, as far back into the back of her mind as possible. It was the same jail that she herself had been locked in. Then she opened her eyes once more. She turned again to the battleground before her.

Instead of resuming her search for this Mother Wolf, she saw that Lucas wasn’t kneeling before her anymore. She turned, and he was behind her. An army of his vampires behind him. All of them were staring at her, and she could sense their fear and rage all at the same time.

They wanted to kill her.

She smiled. “I don’t fear you.”

Lucas growled, “You should.” But he was conflicted. She saw the damage that all his memories had done to him. He loved her, or he loved the vessel, but he wasn’t sure anymore.

“You shouldn’t question yourself. You know who you truly love, Lucas.” She spoke, her voice dropping to an intimate whisper. Her words acted like a caress to him, trailing over him and filling his mind with the memory of when he made love to Davy. But it was her. He was feeling The Immortal, not the human anymore. He felt The Immortal’s power in the vision.

“Stop.” He turned away, breaking the connection from her. “Get out of my head.”

She w

hispered, her voice sounding as loud as thunder in his mind alone, “I cannot. You love me. It was never her.”

He pressed his hands over his ears and roared, “GET OUT!”

His friends started forward, reacting to his plea. They each had varied expressions. Alarm. Fear. Awe. Some were captivated by her, but none of them were a threat.

As they raced around their leader for her, she stepped backwards. Her feet touched air, but she lifted her arms and she was airborne once more. They stopped on the edge of the cliff. There was a woman snarling at her. Her chest was heaving. Her rage was clear and she wanted to murder The Immortal.

“Wren,” The Immortal spoke, pulling her name from Davy’s memories. “You are in love with Lucas.”

The vampire’s eyes narrowed and she reached for her, but The Immortal moved back again. She was out of the vampire’s reach unless she stepped off the cliff. “There, there,” she taunted her. “You cannot fly, the last I remembered.”

“I’m going to kill you.”

“Yes. You wished the same thing to the human who I share this body with.” The Immortal tilted her head to the side. “But you cannot harm either of us. We are both too powerful for you, and you hate it.” She flicked her eyes up and down the vampire’s body.

She was strong. Long black hair. Fierce dark eyes. Ruby red lips. She had hate and a yearning for power not so unlike The Immortal. She chided, sighing, “I wish that the prophecy had been changed. If I could’ve merged with you, I think both of us would’ve been happy with the result.”

But no, she had a human in her.

“Davy!”

A new voice sounded and The Immortal lifted herself higher. The voice came from behind the throng in front of her. It was a werewolf, and as she recognized her, she felt Davy fighting once again. This was a friend to her human.

“Pippa.”

“Davy.” The younger wolf rushed forward. Her sleek hair blowing in the wind. She had recently transformed back to her human body so her clothes were torn. They hung limply from her. The werewolf paid no attention. “Davy, please.”

The Immortal didn’t say a word. Sympathy filled her and she frowned. Where had that emotion come from? She wasn’t keen to human emotions.

Davy. The answer was clear to her. The human in her still had power over her senses. Perhaps that was why she didn’t wish to harm this wolf.

She needed to leave. She had to get away from Davy’s friends. They had power over her, power that she didn’t want anyone to have. She turned her back to the group on the cliff. She could feel Lucas’s confusion still. They were linked now, linked even more than they ever had been, but she had to deal with Jacith. He was a problem she didn’t want to regret not stopping as soon as she could.

The Mother Wolf. She needed to find her first.

She flew then, searching for her prey.

ROANE

“Roane.”