"Damn that girl, damn her and her crafty ways." Rage was a bed companion nowadays, it roared in my ears and raced fiery hot in my veins. The note was still crumbled in my hand as I had fled the hotel. Her scent was already a few hours old, even my human nose could detect that. Fury burned it's way through me and I could feel the telltale shaking of my limbs. The precursor to my wolf form.
How could she leave me like this? Bella had entrusted me to look after her. She was my imprint, as if there were any chance I would go home, tail tucked between my legs. There was no life without Nessie in it.
I raced along alleyways and side roads following her sweet scent. I had regained a semblance of control. There were too many people around for me to go exploding out of my skin. There were bigger things to worry about and trying to wind my way through a screaming mass of people, that was not one of them. I went as fast as I could, literally pushing people at time to make my way through. I knew I was getting quite a few dirty looks, but seeing as the pusher was attached to a guy that towered over the entire crowd, most didn't reprimand me. Most.
I would have found the tiny granny scolding me in a rapid flow of Spanish funny, if I didn't have such important matters on my mind. Ignoring her I made to step around her, she followed. As I turned to brush her off the faintest trace of cloyingly, disgustingly, sweet scent tickled my senses.
Nessie had informed me of the identity of the vampire scent I had smelled earlier. She had also told me that Zafrina had moved on. This couldn't still be her.
Blood pounding in my ears I shook off the annoying, wrinkled hand that clamped onto my arm, her skin brown like mine. I had no time for this. Leaning in I glared at her, a growl low in my throat.
"Let go, now!" She didn't understand the English, but the tone was understood in all languages. Her hand dropped away and I rushed past, uncaring of the people I barreled over. Nessie was in danger.
Hurtling down an alley I gave myself over to the rage inside, letting the wolf form explode from within. The scent filled my nose, closer than I anticipated. As was Nessie. Her scent mingled with the vampire one, threading in and out of the path, as if she were fleeing. A harsh growl rumbled deep in my chest. The vampire was toying with her, chasing her. It was the lone reason she was still alive.
Putting on a burst of speed I spotted her. She stood in the middle of an empty square. They had gone into a less populated part of the city. Or he had herded her.
Nessie stood in the middle of a dried out fountain, brown eyes wide with fright. Her gaze was fixed on something in the shadow. In her arms was clasped a thick tombed book. She was panting from fright, small body pale, and shaking. Only as the wind changed and brought my scent strongly to her did she fix that terrified gaze on me. Her lips formed a name. One I recognized from Bella.
Felix.