Silver Chains

Jean Claude and Anita held hands and opened their minds to find the third member of their union. Anita's thoughts were scalding hot as they reached out for the Ulfric; Jean Claude's were like deep cool water. Asher and Jason, watching them, could feel the power ripple along their skin and race 'out there' to find Richard.

Lassiter was standing beside the tethered werewolf when the power found him. Even in his sedated state, Richard growled and raised his head, his eyes going amber for a moment. Anita's fury fed him, but it wasn't enough to create a change in him. Jean Claude power was reassuring, calming. But was it enough to help them find him?

The hunter watched with horrified eyes as the werewolf king tried to shift, as his hands slipped their human skin for a moment. Richard was strong enough to take the fire and pain of silver to escape, and Lassiter didn't want to be there when all that power broke free. Richard screamed, or was it a howl of rage. He fought the chains, fought the drugs, fought the fear that gripped his heart.

Niley, undaunted, entered the room and watched Richard's struggle with an amused expression on his face. The Ulfric was beautiful in his struggles. So beautiful, so male. He laid a hand on one golden thigh. Richard froze and glanced back over his shoulder.

"Oh, no, don't stop," Niley purred, his hand moving up to the hard flank. "I love it when you struggle." He felt all that muscle clench and unclench, all that power radiate along his skin. He was on fire with life, slick with life. But he wasn't a slave to his desires. If he tried to take Richard now, the Ulfric might become enraged enough to try an escape. But he had to let the werewolf king know who was in control of the situation. Slipping his finger between the tight cheeks of Richard's ass, he pressed the tender opening. Richard almost came off the table with a show of power and defiance that even surprised him.

"More sedation!" he told Lassiter. "Knock him out. Then we'll move him."

Richard knew what that meant and screamed as the needle sank into his arm. He screamed until his throat cracked and the drug threw Jean Claude and Anita out of his mind.

Anita was livid, her anger on the verge of becoming all consuming. She wanted to go into the night and look for Richard, to kill anything that stood between her and him.

Jean Claude had another plan in mind. Tapping his chin in thought, he looked at Asher and asked, "Did you feel where the power went?"

"Northward," Asher answered.

"Do you think if you, Requiem and Wicked Truth you might be able to sense him if you were close enough?" Jean Claude asked curiously.

Asher considered it a moment. "Oui, I think we might."

Anita stared at Jean Claude and said, "You don't think I'm going to sit here and wait on them to get back?"

"Oui," Jean Claude answered. "Niley will have people watching. If he sees you leave, they will follow you and warn him. We need to find our wolf first. Then we can..how you say it...send in the cavalry?"