Free The Cure by Sam Crescent Page B

then feeding off their blood so that they could walk out in the sunlight. Lucas had been tracking them for some time; they called themselves The Cure. They were a group of vampires intent on bringing the world to heel. This wasn’t just a war against vampires and wolves; this was a war against humans as well.
    Touching her head, he made sure she was okay, and not too hot. He was naturally cold, but wolves always ran hot.
    Sitting beside her on the bed, he tilted his head to the side. He’d wanted this for so long, much longer than he’d even realized. Six hundred years ago when he’d seen mates between a vampire and a wolf, he’d wanted it. After the war that was declared between the two species, there had been no hope of ever finding a mate.
    Inhaling her delicious scent, Lucas was overcome with the need to bite her, not to feed, just to mark her flesh with his teeth. This was about more than simply marking her, though, this was about possessing her.
    “I need you,” he said, stroking her cheek, just to remind himself that she was in fact real.
    Sandra didn’t respond.
    He didn’t expect her to. There was no chance of her coming out of her dream world tonight. Teleporting wasn’t for the faint of heart, and it took years of experience to be able to handle it.
    “I would never let them hurt you.”
    Lucas hated the fact that he’d been late. The Cure had been there before he could, and he’d almost lost her. Before they came out, they must have fed on the wolves they’d kept prisoner.
    He couldn’t go out in the sun, but the moment it had gotten dark enough, he’d ventured out to go and find her. Lucas had stumbled upon the carnage, and he’d done everything he could to find her.
    When he’d seen her leaning against the tree trunk with her eyes closed, it had taken every single ounce of strength not to embrace her.
    “I’m not going to hurt you, and I’m not going to let you go.” He would fight to his last moment to protect her.
    Leaving the bedroom, he made sure the window was secure and the curtains closed before making his way down to his kitchen. All of the windows were enforced so that the sun didn’t harm him, and he was free to walk around his home.
    “How is she?” Patricia asked when he got to the kitchen. She was a witch, and his home had become a safe haven against the vampires of The Cure. He held other vampires, wolves, witches, warlocks, and even a couple of humans that had been touched by the disaster.
    “She’s passed out.” He moved to the fridge, taking out a blood bag that had been given to him at the local hospital. Lucas didn’t feed from a source, as he’d made himself a promise when the war began never to take what wasn’t freely given. If he’d come across a human who wanted him, he’d take the blood in a glass.
    Lucas poured the blood into a mug and placed it in the microwave. “It was a close call tonight,” he said, “there had to be over thirty vampires attacking tonight.”
    “They’re growing,” Patricia said.
    “They’re growing, expanding, and they’re stronger.” He grabbed his cup and took a drink, making sure no blood remained. “I had to teleport her out of there. Most of the pack was taken and killed instantly.” He’d not seen any of the pack leaving alive.
    “It’s getting worse,” Sean, a warlock, said.
    “It is.” Lucas took his cup, and made his way out of the kitchen. There was no point in him being there and scaring the rest of the group.
    Entering the bedroom, he smelled her arousal, and when he moved closer to the bed the scent increased.
    Only some vampires could invade the mind and find out what a person was thinking. With Sandra being passed out, she was vulnerable. He really shouldn’t invade her mind, and yet, he couldn’t stop himself. He needed to know what was going on in her head.

Chapter Two
    Sandra looked around the lake, and a sense of calm settled over her. She’d never felt this way before. Most of the time she