Fen pushed harder, using more strength, careful not to tip his hand, but slipping past those memories that wouldn't help him. Marrock still had options that could be harmful to him. He didn't want to trigger any of them until he got the information he needed.
Fen found the most recent orders from Bardolf. Marrock was to keep the Carpathians busy, kill as many as possible and inflict as much damage as possible to force them to go to ground to heal. A second force would find the humans who aided in protecting children, destroy them and grab any Carpathian women helping to protect the children. The two forces were to attack simultaneously and keep everyone busy, allowing Abel and Bardolf to slip in and assassinate the prince.
The moment he accessed the memory, he knew he had only seconds before Marrock would try to warn Bardolf or Abel and also bury Fen in a quagmire of poisonous emotions to prevent him finding his way out. Red and black poured into his mind even as he reached out.
"Lifemate." One word. Everything. The miracle.
She was there instantly, his own dragon lady, and she knew exactly what to do without him telling her. She poured into his mind, driving everything else out, and as she extracted him from Marrock, she swung the silver sword and removed the head, making it impossible for the wolf to warn the Sange rau.
Fen took the time to drag her into his arms and hold her tight against him for just a moment, breathing in her sweetness and steel after the bloodlust and mayhem in Marrock's poisoned mind. She was a breath of fresh air.
"You make a pretty good partner, my lady."
She smiled at him, rubbing her hands over his back. "It's nice to know you have such faith in me. That was horrible. Never do that again."
"You'll have to get to the village, Tatijana, and warn the others at the farm that they're being detained there on purpose. I'm going to try to stop the Sange rau. I'm the only one with a chance."
She shook her head. "Not two of them. Not alone, Fen."
"Go, Tatijana," he said gently. "Hurry. The rogues decimate entire villages."
Fen brushed a kiss against the corner of her mouth and took to the air, streaking back toward Mikhail's home. He had been in that house and knew it was designed to help protect the prince. There had to be more, a complete protection system Gregori was confident would stop any attack on the prince-but they believed the attack would come from a vampire-perhaps even a master vampire. They hadn't designed their defense system to deal with the Sange rau.
Tatijana took a deep breath and stepped off the jutting cliff, streaking toward the village. She didn't want to imagine what the werewolves would do to humans barely waking in their homes.
Gregori, Mikhail's in danger. Fen has gone to try to stop the Sange rau from getting to him. But there are two of them.
There was a short silence. Pain exploded in her skull-Gregori's pain-quickly cut off. Fen does not have to worry. Mikhail is completely protected. There was utter confidence in Gregori's voice.
Mikhail's guardian would check anyway, no matter how arrogant or confident he sounded. Tatijana knew Gregori would fight his way to Mikhail with his last breath.
The Sange rau sent another group of rogues to attack the village, specifically targeting women and children of our kind.
Again there was a short silence, but this time, Gregori kept the pain from his terrible wounds from touching her. I wondered why the Lycans didn't show up. They must be defending the village.
Of course. She'd been in Zev's mind. He was every inch the man Gregori was. His confidence. His abilities. His complete determination to defend others. He would definitely wade straight into battle and shield human and Carpathian alike.
As she approached the outskirts of the village, she felt the disturbance almost immediately. The scent of blood was overpowering. She shifted into her dragon form flying high enough, she thought, to keep any rogue from leaping on her as she circled the battle scene.
She spotted Zev in the middle of what looked like twenty werewolves. He was whirling around in a circle, his silver sword crimson red, his long hair flying as he cut a path to a single dwelling that appeared under siege. His long coat flared out as he spun, the sword never stopping, his boots placed perfectly and fluidly as if he was dancing, not in deadly peril. He seemed to flow, confidence in every line of his body. He looked almost beautiful there in the early morning light. Had it not been for the blood spraying through the air, she would have thought she was watching a ballet.
Around the back of the house, four others fought with swords and silver stakes, while another was on the rooftop of the house. That was a woman, and her form was every bit as good as her male counterparts. A sixth Lycan was down in the corner of the yard, two rogues tearing at him. Two Carpathian women were fighting their way to him.
Use the silver stakes, Tatijana advised the woman with thick dark hair who slammed her fist into a werewolf's face, driving him back and off her. Tatijana was amazed at the woman. Clearly Carpathian, she was used to fighting vampires, it showed in every line of her body. Women rarely fought the undead, not like this woman. Tatijana wanted to meet her immediately.
The clouds above had gone black and lightning veined the one directly over the house. Destiny Von Shrieder glanced up to make certain the blue dragon was out of harm's way. Dragonseeker, I'm about to bring down the lightning.
Tatijana circled back around, giving the dark-haired woman plenty of room. From her vantage point she could see the fierce fighting in the front of the house where Zev fought alone. Out of the house came two men. She recognized both of them. Gary Jansen and Jubal Sanders rushed without hesitation into the mass of werewolves attacking Zev. Gary shot a crossbow with silver arrows very accurately, firing rapidly while Jubal used some strange weapon she'd never seen before.
The two humans were fast and confident, and had obviously seen battle before. The werewolves outnumbered them and were extremely fast, ducking the flashing sword Zev wielded and using the house itself as a springboard to leap onto their backs in an effort to take them to the ground. Zev seemed to be directing the two men in their efforts, but their constant movement prevented her from aiding them. She couldn't flame the werewolves without harming the defenders.
The rogues were extremely aggressive. One lit a torch and flung it at the house. Zev cut him down, but two wolves waiting their moment leapt from the roof and landed squarely on his shoulders, their combined weight driving him to the ground. Immediately the rogues surrounded the fallen Lycan, determined to kill him fast.
Gary hit one of the wolves in the head with a silver arrow, and then smashed another out of his way with the crossbow as he ran toward Zev.