Davy Harwood in Transition (The Immortal Prophecy 2)

When the door closed again, Kates spoke, "I wonder if we'll see them alive again?"

"Kates, shut up!" I pushed her off the bed. "Get out."

She laughed and shook her head. "Come on, Davy. That's a little funny."

"Out." I pointed to the door.

After she gave me a sarcastic eye-roll, she grabbed Brown's arm. "Come on, witch. Let's go find Gregory and see if we can get the Jolly Green Giant to find us some food. I checked the kitchen and it's bare."

Brown followed and I heard her say before the door shut, "Vampires don't eat food."

My headache had gotten worse. I had no idea where Roane was or when he would come to the estate, if he would come to this place, but I knew I couldn't do anything at that time. When I closed my eyes, I wasn't sure if I could fall asleep. Maybe I'd rest. So much had happened that day.

Roane dropped to the ground after the last werewolf bounded across the field. When Gavin dropped beside him, he turned and held his best friend's gaze for a moment. Neither spoke. Then Bastion sidled up to his other side and threw a cigarette on the ground. His heel ground it out and he spoke, "It's been ten miles. They're gone for good."

Gavin grunted. "Let's hope."

Roane watched over the field. They'd gone, but he knew they'd be back. The Mother Wolf knew about Davy. He wasn't sure what she knew, but she knew she was connected to the Immortal. The Alpha's alarm would've piqued her interest. Even he had felt it as they had fought. The Alpha had hid in an alley, there to make sure his mate went unharmed, but his fear of Davy was strong underneath his fury and concern for Emily.

Roane knew the wolf had been given strict instructions not to join the fight. If the Alpha had fought, then the truce between the Benshire wolves and Roane would've been destroyed. But he hadn't and the Mother Wolf knew sending her own wolves from a different pack wouldn't violate the truce. She had only agreed that Benshire wolves wouldn't claim his territory. The truce had been mediated years ago and Roane hadn't given it much thought since. He'd been too concerned with the impending vampire army, but the number of wolves had been increasing. Their pack still didn't match the vampires' numbers, but it was a two to one ratio now. If they succeeded in getting Davy's powers it could've been a five to one ratio and it wouldn't have mattered. Her power mixed with the Alpha's magic would've made the werewolves unstoppable. The Roane army with Jacith wouldn't have been enough.

"What are you going to do about the Alpha?" Bastion asked. His eyes were cold. "He'll figure out who she is."

"We need to strike first."

Roane knew they were both correct. It was why he had Wren take the roommate and the wolf with Davy and the rest. He wanted them away, far away. If the Alpha came for his mate, the more secluded the better. He wouldn't travel with his pack, he wouldn't dare. Roane wanted to choose when the Alpha would find out Davy was the Immortal and not a thread-holder.

"We will," Roane spoke with an icy calm in his veins.

"He's going

to come for his mate. That's the plan."

Gavin didn't blink, but he looked at his best mate in surprise. "That's what you want, isn't it?"

Bastion grinned. "Seems like a good plan to me. He'll come for her—"

"And he'll come alone," Gavin added.

"Then we'll kill him. Even the Alpha can't be a match for the six of us. We're too strong together."

Gavin glanced at Roane. The mask he wore to the world had classic handsome features. Gavin had watched many times as vampires and human alike had fallen prey to the mask Lucas showed to the world. Noble. Honor. Determination. Those were some of the traits that Roane's conquests had loved about him, but it wasn't often when they glimpsed the darker side of the hunter. He saw it now and knew their own speculations weren't at all close to what Roane had in store for the werewolf. Gavin also knew he'd be wasting his time if he tried to guess more. Roane always surprised him, but this time he worried what the price would be.

"She cares about her roommate." Roane looked at him. His gaze was emotionless, but Gavin still felt fear tug in his gut. Even so, he kept talking, "She's still a human."

Bastion's eyes skirted between the two.

Roane narrowed his. "And your point is?"

"She cares as a human. She won't understand about casualties."

"Anyone who is mated to the Alpha is a casualty. She has to die." Bastion moved back a step.

"Davy's not just a human."

"She hasn't been for awhile, but there's a part of her that still feels like she is. She's going to hold onto those friends tightly because they preserve that side of her. She feels like a human when she's with them."

Roane shook his head. He knew what Gavin warned wasn't to be taken lightly, but he didn't know Davy. He didn't see how she had faced the Alpha in the park. She wanted to fight him and she wanted him to know that she wasn't scared. That confrontation was inevitable, but he hadn't wanted it to happen then. If it had been his choice, the Alpha would've been kept in the dark for another month, maybe more, but Davy had ended those chances. No one stood up to the Alpha unless they had power inside of themselves. No human would consider staring down the werewolf and since Davy had, the Alpha would know there was power in her. She let him look inside of her. She wanted him to see that power, but she hadn't shut him off quick enough. The werewolf had sensed more than she realized, but Roane knew. A flare of shock in the Alpha's eyes had been enough for Roane to know. The Alpha already knew she was the thread-holder.