Blood Legacy

12

That's when everything sank back in. I was blindfolded and chained to a chair. Liam?

We're here. Liam linked back with me. We're coming for you.

My heart began to race. I had no clue where I was, who was around me, or anything. I tried to calm my racing nerves and focus.

"s**t, what do we do?" The anxiety-ridden man from earlier was pacing in front of me. "He told me to stay back here and make sure nothing happens, but if it's them, we're dead."

Them? I wanted to ask the question, but I was afraid he'd stop speaking. I tried not to move despite my neck screaming in pain. I needed to lift it, but then he'd know I was awake.

A howl echoed against the walls.

"Dammit." The guy shuffled his way over to me and leaned close to my ear. "Wake up. We've got to move."

Oh, hell no. I wasn't going anywhere. I stayed perfectly still, making sure my breathing stayed even.

"What the f**k am I supposed to do?" His heart started racing, and he began jerking on my arm. "I can't push the chair out of here. I guess I'll have to carry her."

I considered that this could be my chance. I tried to remain limp so he wouldn’t catch on.

He shuffled and sounded like he might be digging something out of his pockets. "She's light. It shouldn't be a problem." He bent down and began rattling the chains. "There we go."

There was a click down at my left ankle. I had to take deep calming breaths so my heart rate didn't skyrocket and alert him to me being conscious.

Footsteps pounded outside, heading toward us.

"Shit." The guy mumbled as he fumbled with what had to be the key. He grabbed the key again right as something pounded against the door. "No." The guy grabbed the other chains, rattling them. Another loud bang hit the door.

"Let us in or you're going to regret it." Micah's deep voice came from behind the door.

The guy managed to unlock the other leg, but before he had a chance to remove the key, I kicked my left leg straight out as hard as I could.

"Ow!" The guy yelled as he stumbled backward.

"Mia?" Micah yelled again as something pounded on the door once more, causing a loud cracking sound.

I tried to open my mouth to yell back, but there was a large piece of tape over it. Dammit, I hadn't even noticed that until now.

"Dammit, we've gotta go." The guy sounded like he’d gotten back on his feet. "Where is the inhalant?"

Something rammed against the door again, and I heard another loud crack.

"No." The guy's voice sounded scared and shaky.

The door opened, and the musky scent of a shifter in wolf form filled my nose.

"Look, I, uh, didn't have a choice," the guy stammered.

The wolf growled, and I heard its paw hit the ground fast.

A hand touched me, and I jerked back.

"It's just me." Micah's voice was right next to my ear, and then he touched me again on my arm.

"I'm going to take this blindfold off you."

I was glad for the warning because when he removed it, the light hurt my eyes. I blinked several times as he bent down, getting the key out of the lock. After a few seconds, my eyes adjusted to my surroundings, and I turned to find a familiar shaggy blond wolf charging an older man who seemed to be barely holding his own. Although I hadn’t seen him since the tour, I’d recognize Kai anywhere.

I glanced around, taking in where the hell I was. It looked like an old automobile repair shop. There were empty cabinets shoved against the walls, and a small, portable table with three chairs sat in the corner about twenty feet away from me. The ground was concrete, and dust coated everything. Where the garage doors should have been was replaced with steel doors. I glanced across the area to the single door that opened into the room.

"Liam is about to go out of his mind." Micah shook his head as he unlocked my left hand.

Micah's found me. As he unlocked my other hand, I grabbed the end of the tape and grimaced.

This was going to hurt. I took a deep breath and ripped it from my lips. Damn, that hurt.

I'll be there soon. Liam's words were a promise.

"Do you know how much trouble you're causing us?" Micah's golden eyes were full of annoyance and seemed even lighter against his dark olive skin. His athletic frame was stiff, and his black shirt molded to his muscles. The southern heir was only a few inches taller than me, but he was filled with disdain. "If it wasn't for Liam losing his damn mind, none of us would be here."

"Thanks for your concern." Even though Micah was an asshole, he was nothing compared to Simon.

I turned my focus over to Kai's wolf form, who was forcing the older man into a corner. The older man lifted both hands in the air. "Look, I'm not even shifting. I don't mean any harm." "Says the guy who kidnapped me." Was he really trying to act like the victim right now?

"Look, it wasn't anything personal." The older man stumbled back as Kai continued to circle him.

"We needed payment, but I still can't figure out why they're here." He pointed to Micah.

I spun around. "Did you hire them?"

"What? No." Micah's eyes widened. "Even if I don't like you and wish you would go away, I wouldn't do that. Not to Liam. He's too unstable about you right now."

Something sounded from the back. When I turned around, I saw another wolf enter the room. It wasn't someone I recognized.

"Micah, who is that?" I pointed to the door.

He spun around, and his whole body tensed. "I don't know." He shook his head. "Stay back. You can't fight in your condition."

Micah shifted right in front of my eyes, his clothes shredding. He bared his teeth at the wolf, who didn't appear impressed.

I wasn't sure what the hell to do. I wasn't a helpless damsel in distress, but at the same time, I didn't want to cause more problems. The heirs hated me enough already.

Micah's dark brown wolf charged at the other and went straight for the jugular. At the last second, the tan wolf rolled to the right and got back on its four legs.

I turned to find the man, who had appeared to be helpless, holding a gun. His hands shook as he held it directly at Kai, which made the man even more dangerous. A scared gun wielder did stupid things.