Page 10 of A Demon’s Resolve (Demonic Tales and Adventures #3)
CHAPTER 10
“Alec, stop,” Tarak yelled as his hands grabbed Alec’s shoulders and shook him.
Everywhere they went in search of Kian, Alec had left a path of destruction unlike anything the world had ever seen. Earthquakes, floods, fires and storms with wind speeds of over 200 mph devastated America, much of Europe, and now Eastern and Central Asia.
Alec knew it wasn’t helping for him to lose control but each disappointment over not finding Kian left him grief stricken. His control, barely restrained as it was, would be gone if he didn’t find his mate soon - his rage dominating him. As the Earth felt his wrath, demons were being put in a dangerous position, for it was only a matter of time before they were discovered.
If Alec didn’t find a way to restrain his rampant emotions soon, there would be no hope of staying hidden. Worse, other beings were threatening to go to war with them before humans discovered just how many other races there were. The council, mainly Aticus, was trying to make peace with the other races but if they didn’t do something quickly, war would break out.
The last thing Tarak had told Aticus before leaving to search for Kian was the Sentinels would fight for Alec against anyone who tried to get in their way. He knew the other Sentinels were behind him and if it came down to it, they would have his back.
Still, his actions were going to kill every living thing on this planet. Not even Tarak was going to allow Alec to continue on this path before doing something to stop him.
Not that Alec could blame him. His father had to know if Brant managed to murder Kian, there would be no other choice but to kill Alec too, for Alec would destroy everything on Earth to ensure Brant’s destruction.
Since Brant fled and hid from the Sentinels when it was discovered he’d killed Kian’s mother, no one had been able to figure out how Brant had managed to conceal himself from detection. It was only now, as he had done the same with Kian, they were beginning to realize Brant had somehow tapped into the magic the elders had lost centuries ago.
Tarak had put a call into Gaius and Aticus to research back at home. So far, neither man had discovered how Brant had been able to use the old magic. Not that it mattered. It still left Alec helpless in his ability to find Kian. All Alec had to go on was his connection with Kian.
It was his scent that had led them to Tibet, but no further. Alec was sure Kian was near, but no matter what he did, he couldn’t get any closer to discovering where Brant was hiding him.
It was the emptiness inside without Kian near that was driving Alec crazy. He hadn’t realized just how much he depended on feeling his mate with him at all times to give him peace. Now that it was gone, Alec feared he’d lose his damn mind.
A hand landed on Alec’s shoulder. Alec glanced over at his father. He had to admit he was glad Tarak was there. Tarak was probably the only reason Alec had the little control he’d been able to maintain.
“I know this is hard but he has to be here somewhere.” Tarak’s reassurance helped. Alec needed to believe Kian was still alive. “If you lose control, your actions may cause his death,” Tarak warned. It was the kind of thing Alec needed to hear to rein his emotions in.
“I’m trying.” If Tarak had any clue just how on edge Alec was, he probably would kill him. It would be the right thing to do. No one demon was worth the humans finding out about them, especially if the lineage of witches who had nearly wiped out their kind were still alive.
It wouldn’t take much for their home in the Appalachian Mountains to be found considering the damage that Alec had caused in the area. If the witches did still exist, it would only be a matter of time before they would come after all demons. That wasn’t something they could hide from the rest of the human population.
Alec knew it was only because Tarak was his father that he was alive. Well, that and because he was a Sentinel. That bond wasn’t something Alec had given much thought to until his brethren had stood by him instead of obeying the Council and killing Kian when Alec couldn’t stay away.
Trey and Samson, two Sentinels who Alec considered friends, were traveling with Alec and Tarak in hopes of counteracting the damage Alec continued to cause each time he lost Kian’s trail.
“Okay,” Samson said, as he came back from a scouting mission in the surrounding area. “We have talked to some of the locals in a village not too far away and they said something has been living nearby.”
“Something?” Tarak’s eyebrows went up at that description.
Trey nodded. “Yeah. They said whatever it is has attacked several of the village’s women, ripping them apart, leaving their remains scattered nearby.”
A shiver of dread ran down Alec’s spine. All three men placed hands on Alec trying to stop him before he reacted with his powers. He stood there trying not to picture his mate ripped apart but the image of Brant standing over Kian’s mother flashed before him. The wind started whipping around them with a fierceness the others were now prepared for.
Tarak stood in front of his son, his large hand slapped Alec’s face with a resounding clap. Stunned, Alec slowly took in a deep breath harnessing his rage. The wind died down before it could do any damage.
No one said a word until they felt Alec was in reasonable control again. Samson spoke up next. “The villagers don’t know where the thing lives but they know it’s close.”
“How?” Alec finally joined the discussion, sensing this was important in finding Kian.
“They had a hard time describing how they knew but an older woman came forward.” Trey hesitated a moment, rubbing his hand over the back of his neck before informing Alec, “She wants to speak to you.”
“What do you mean she wants to talk to Alec?” Tarak demanded, clearly not liking the request any more than Alec did. “How does she even know about Alec?”
Trey shook his head. “Honestly? I don’t know, but she asked for him by name.”
That didn’t bode well, but if it meant finding Kian, Alec would do whatever it took. “Where is she?”
Tarak stood in Alec’s way not letting him go. “Wait a minute, son. What if this is a trap?”
Alec stared hard at his father, trying not to take his frustration out on the one person who had always had his back. “I don’t care. If she has any idea where Brant is holding Kian, I don’t have a choice but to speak with her.” Stepping around his father, he turned to Trey and Samson. “Take me to her.”