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I screwed on a cap to my soda and put the half-eaten food and drink in my backpack and hurried to my car so I could follow the scent on foot. It would have been easier if I could shift into my wolf form and find him that way, but it was the middle of the day. Kids played in the park, and people were everywhere. There was a chance some of them were shifters, too, but it wouldn’t do for me to shift in broad daylight.
That was fine. I tapped into my magic, bringing my wolf close to the surface so that I could use as much of my heightened senses as possible.
The trail of magic was here somewhere. I circled out away from my car, moving farther and farther away. It didn’t take long to find the trail Turk had left behind. There was no doubt now that it was him. This magic was shifter magic, and it was the kind I’d felt before. Primal. I never forgot a magic signature. It was a lot like faces to me, although it wasn’t that way at all. It was impossible to explain.
I walked along the sidewalk, following the trail of magic that led deeper and deeper into the city. Thankfully, he’d been on foot, or I wouldn’t have found the trail at all—the magic wouldn’t have clung to the earth the way it was now.
The trail weaved in and between buildings, following back alleys now and then. Where the hell was he going? The pattern made no sense.
Had he followed someone else? I couldn’t find any other traces of magic.
For a while, I walked back and forth through the neighborhood around the park, following the trail like a bloodhound. Slowly, so subtly that I wasn’t sure it existed, something else crept in. At first, I was so focused on not losing Turk’s trail that I didn’t notice the way the atmosphere shifted. Then, when I did notice it, I couldn’t put my finger on what it was.
It took a while longer for me to realize what I felt. With every inhale, it scraped against my lungs, making me feel like something dark and heavy rested on my chest. My throat closed as if I was having an allergic reaction to something, and a cold finger dragged its way down my spine.
This wasn’t just Turk’s magic anymore. This was dark magic. And there was a lot of it.
Turk was in trouble. Somehow, something with dark magic had found him.
A few steps more, and the dark magic was so powerful, I could barely follow Turk’s trail anymore. A few more steps, and his magic was gone.
I was in an alley, and the buildings blocked off the light from the sun. I stood in the shadows and shivered.
Something was watching me. I spun around, looking behind me in all directions, fully expecting a vampire or a demon, but there was nothing.
It was just me in the alley, and this dark magic that, for some reason, swirled in one place.
I backed away. I hated dark magic. Lazlo—a former friend of ours and a vampire Colter had trusted before he’d betrayed us—had been born of dark magic since he’d been a vampire, but I hadn’t been able to sense it on him. Maybe it was different to feel it from someone who had always had it, than to feel it from someone who was choosing to use it. This time, I could almost taste it.
This kind of dark magic was dangerous. It held a sense of foreboding, and my wolf instinctively knew that I had to get away from it.
I wasn’t going to find Turk’s scent again. He was in some kind of trouble if it was this bad, but I had to save myself if I wanted to be alive long enough to be able to help him. At least, finding his trail like this had been confirmation that he was still alive. Not that I’d doubted it, but a process of elimination was never a bad thing.
Turk was here somewhere, but he was in danger.
When I stepped out of the alley and into the sunlight, I took a deep breath and relished in the light that surrounded me. I’d never been this happy to be in the sunlight again.
I hurried back the way I’d come, finally reaching my car in the parking lot next to the park. I had to tell Colter what I’d found. I grabbed my phone and tried to call him. When there wasn’t any answer, I sent him a text. I hoped he would respond, but after waiting a while with radio silence, I turned on my car and drove back to the clinic. I had a job to do.
At least, this was something. Until now, I’d had nothing to go by at all. With that amount of dark magic, I wasn’t sure if it was a good or bad thing, but at least it was something.
15
BISHOP
Iwaited for her. After she’d gotten off work, I asked her over for dinner.
I was going to cook.
Yeah, it was cliché, and I was probably looking for trouble spending time with her when I was already anxious about my feelings for her, but as much as I feared this growing connection, I wanted to see her again. I wanted to spend as much time with her as I could.
She arrived after what felt like forever. She wore jeans that were so tight, they looked painted on, and a cream blouse that did wonders for her tits. Then again, her tits would look good in fucking everything.
Even better in nothing.
My cock twitched in my pants just thinking about it.
I forced myself to clear up my dirty thinking and opened her car door for her, holding out a hand to help her out of the car.
