Page 14 of The Tracker's Revenge
She exhaled, her shoulders relaxing.
The Uber pulled up just then. I peered inside at the driver, made eye contact. Suddenly, I had a bad feeling and didn’t want to let Em go, but it was stupid. She would be fine, much safer away from us. She had nothing to do with any of this. Besides, others would be here soon to escort us to the Pack Rule meeting.
Em climbed into the backseat of the car, looking relieved. She didn’t glance my way as the car drove away. I noted the license plate, just in case.
Allowing myself to feel relief at her departure, I went back inside and sighed in relief as the door slid closed behind me. I made my way back to the kitchen, where I joined Eric and Rosalina at the table.
“The dagger and cure are safe,” Eric said.
I nodded. “I got that much from your expression.”
“How many hybrids do you think they made before you took the dagger?” Rosalina asked, clearly sharing my concern on the subject.
“I’ve no idea.”
“This isn’t good,” Eric said, stating the obvious.
“My wolfsbane bullet didn’t kill it.” Rosalina shuddered at this.
“I honestly thought it had,” Eric said. “When they were first created, there were no wolfsbane bullets or any other kind. So, of course, there are no accounts that reference any immunity to them. The records state that they were killed by decapitation, and it seems that still stands.” Eric glanced up at me with a frown. “Unless, of course, you’re a werewolf slash tracker with a weird combination of powers.”
After witnessing the hybrid wake up from a shot right between the eyes, my powers seemed even more amazing than ever.
Eric gave me a reproachful glower. “We need to train to discover the extent of your abilities. I hope you won’t continue to skirt the responsibility.”
“I’m notskirtinganything. I actually prefer pants.”
He rolled his eyes.
“One thing we discovered,” Rosalina said, “they don’t like getting shot. It makes them angry.”
“I know.” I shook my head and laughed. “That thing was blind with rage. He went crazy on Bertram. That’s what they get for going around creating monsters.”
“Damien must be turning in his grave,” Eric said.
A pang of regret tightened my chest. We had failed him so miserably.
“What do I do with the cure now?” I wondered out loud.
Eric shrugged. “Whatever you want, I suppose. Sell it to the highest bidder?”
I gifted him a nasty glare. “You’ve got to be kidding me. I can’t do that”
“Why not?”
“It’s just...wrong.” I glanced toward Rosalina, searching for her approval.
“I’m with you,” she said, throwing Eric a dirty look of her own.
“Donate it to a vampire charity then,” Eric suggested in a mocking tone.
It sounded better than selling it for profit, but was it the right thing to do?
“They’ll probably just turn around andsell it to the highest bidder,” Eric scoffed.
Rosalina shook her head. “God, you’re so jaded.”
“No, I’m a realist.”
