the wind blew through the thick stand of trees, and the branches swayed, danced, and bent low to sweep the ground. the leaves rustled with a rush of sound, a glittering display of nature's music. below the earth the notes resounded, luring the two slumbering hunters back into the world. the two hearts began to beat simultaneously. the sun was slowly sinking below the line of the mountain.

there was a muffled blast as dirt spewed high into the air, first one geyser, then, several feet away, a second one. when the dust and soil settled, two elegantly clad men stood facing one another. one was a golden menace, the other dark and dangerous. white teeth gleamed as they silently acknowledged each other.

"my sister?" darius got down to his chief concern.

"she will sleep until this distasteful task is completed," julian answered, his glittering eyes finding the exact spot where desari lay beneath the earth.

"you are certain of this?" darius arched an expressive eyebrow skeptically.

julian's golden eyes iced over, cold and harsh. "i can handle my own lifemate - make no mistake about that."

if darius had been able to feel amusement, he was certain this would be the moment. dara was an ancient, a direct descendant of the original dark one. she might be a female, one of tremendous compassion and goodness, but she was far more powerful than julian was giving her credit for. "have you known many of the females of our race?" darius asked with deceptive mildness.

"no. very few remain. they are guarded at all times, as they should be. it is almost unheard of for a woman to be unattached after her eighteenth year."

darius swung around to stare at julian. "this is the truth? eighteen is not yet a fledgling - in truth, yet a child. how can this be?"

julian shrugged his broad shoulders. "with so few women, so few children born to our kind and surviving, with little hope and so many males on the verge of turning, it is the only safe thing to do. any unclaimed woman is too unsettling."

"but the woman could not possibly hope to contend with a powerful male at such a young age. she would barely have had the time to learn the most simple of our gifts. how could she develop her own talents and skills?" darius sounded a bit disgusted with the males of his own race.

julian's golden eyes glittered for a moment. "if you found one who gave you back colors and emotions, who brought your dead soul to life and showered it with light, would you be able to walk away from her because she was yet a fledgling? perhaps her skills are not developed, but her body is that of a woman, and any male under the circumstances would be more than happy to spend centuries aiding her in the learning." his body was beginning to shimmer, to dissolve into tiny droplets of moisture. "what are you waiting for, old man? if you did not get enough sleep, i assure you, i can handle this task on my own."

"old man?" darius echoed. he made his own transformation with astonishing speed. the sun, although it was sinking, was still bright enough to hurt his sensitive eyes. he had noticed that julian blinked and squinted a bit, but his eyes weren't streaming in reaction as darius's were. "i have to ensure you do not meet with any more near misses."

a layer of fog streaked across the sky, racing the sun toward the cliffs. julian's iridescent colors intermingled with darius's, and the cliff soon loomed before them, an intimidating sheer rock wall. julian solidified, arms folded across his chest, watching with interest as darius began to weave a strange pattern along the layers of granite. darius moved unhurriedly, as if he had all the time in the world, as if he were unconcerned with the sun sinking or the vampire awakening.

the vampire was locked deep within the cliff wall, but he was very much aware of the two hunters prowling so close, aware of the exact position of the sun and of how much time he had before he could arise. his lips were drawn back in a snarl of hatred, his jagged teeth stained dark from killing while taking blood. his skin was waxen, ashy, drawn, stretched tightly against his skull. his arms were crossed over his chest, his long yellow fingernails like spikes. his venomous hiss was a vow of vengeance and loathing. he could only wait, locked within the prison of the stone and his terrible weakness, while outside the creatures hunting him scratched and sniffed at the entrance to his lair.

julian was intrigued with the ease with which darius unraveled the safeguards the vampire had set. darius moved with great confidence yet was unhurried by even the setting sun. he seemed absorbed in his work, as if it commanded his complete attention, but julian was not deceived. darius was aware of the danger they were in.

as darius continued weaving his strange pattern along the cliff, a faint line began to take shape, zigzagging across the face of the rock. with an ominous rumble the line began to deepen and widen into a crack. at once scorpions began to boil out of the crevice, thousands of them, large and hideous, rushing at darius. as darius moved to avoid the cascading fall of poisonous insects, the ground rolled, heaved, and buckled, throwing him directly into their path. julian jerked him up and out of the way, launching them both into the air as the vampire's guardians swarmed along the ground.

darius glanced skyward, and lightning arced from cloud to cloud. he gazed steadily at the sizzling streaks, building the energy until he could gather it into a bright orange fireball and direct it straight into the scurrying mass of scorpions. at once there was a stench as the insects blackened into charred ashes.

when julian settled once more to earth, darius went right back to work as though the interruption had never taken place. julian watched the strange pattern, intrigued by the work he had not experienced in his long centuries of hunting. he had to admire the fluid grace darius exhibited, his sureness and confidence, his lack of hesitation. his own heart was beating out a rhythm of excitement and dread.

was this the one? was a certain ancient evil waiting inside this lair, waiting to claim the pupil he had long ago so skillfully wrought?

"the ground." darius spoke the words softly. julian nearly missed them, even with his acute hearing, so deep was he in his dark memories.

"excuse me?" even as his own words slipped out, julian was heeding the warning, studying the earth beneath them carefully. darius had not looked away from the cliffside, working at the safeguards so that the crack expanded, the rock face creaking and groaning as it was forced to spread apart. julian caught a movement - so fast and subtle, he nearly missed it - as it passed under darius's feet, raising the soil a scant half inch as something streaked beneath the surface.

then a tentacle erupted but three inches from darius's shoes, wiggling obscenely, blindly seeking prey. julian instantly battled the vampire's writhing demon root. he withered each appendage as it burst through the soil seeking darius, who was seemingly oblivious to the entire battle, working efficiently even as the lashing tentacles attempted to wind around his ankles. julian hastily destroyed the repulsive thing.

as the last wriggling tentacle withered into ash, a huge bulb erupted a few feet from julian, its mouth yawning wide. a spray of greenish-yellow liquid spewed toward darius, who held himself still, widening the crevice, revealing the hidden chamber within, relying on julian to defend them from the latest menace. julian blasted the bulb with a laserlike burst of fire from the sky, incinerating it before the acid spray could touch darius.

"the sun," julian reminded him, aware of its low position in the sky, seeing the reds and pinks of sunset stain the heavens.

"there is no way to hurry this procedure," darius replied softly. "the undead is aware of us and sends his minions to delay us."

julian reached out for the mind of their hidden opponent.

you are weak, evil one. you should not have challenged one so much stronger than you. j am of ancient and powerful blood, undefeated these centuries by those far more learned in the arts than you. there is no way to win. you are already defeated.

out of the darkened interior of the chamber rushed an army of large rats, leaping for the two carpathians with a savage ferocity fed by starvation and compulsion. with his desperate, cunning mind, the vampire orchestrated the pack's vicious attack. julian realized the rats were charging darius. the vampire was prepared for this dark one, but perhaps he had not comprehended that another hunter, too, was stalking him. the rats were charging desari's protector, suggesting that dara was the undead's ultimate goal. with a savage satisfaction, julian leapt over the thick mass of furred bodies and made his way into the belly of the mountain.

the ancient he had spent lifetimes searching for was not in the lair; he would have immediately recognized julian, his voice, his blood, the shadowing. still, the merciless fury drove him inward, seeking his prey. this one would not escape.

the walls of the narrow tunnel bulged with razor-sharp, jagged spikes, erupting unexpectedly right, then left, as the vampire threw obstacles in his hunter's path to delay him. the vampire was aware of the peril approaching and of the sun sinking. he felt he had a fighting chance if he could hamper the progress of the hunter long enough to allow the sun to set and his own strength to rise.

julian simply thinned and elongated his body, sliding easily through the maze of sharpened spikes, continuing deeper within the bowels of the mountain. he smelled the evil stench, the lair of the beast. it stank of death and decay. as julian stepped into the chamber itself, thousands of bats rushed at him, emitting high-pitched squeals of alarm. his mind automatically reached to calm them and sent them retreating back into the depths of the cave so they wouldn't be caught in the light, prey for more aggressive species.

the vampire lay staring at him with red eyes hot with hatred, his thin, bloodless lips drawn back in a snarl to reveal rotting teeth. his skin had shrunk to barely cover his skull; he already resembled a skeleton. julian wanted to feel pity for the damned creature, but his revulsion at such proximity to evil was overwhelming. he detested the undead with a relentless, merciless drive he could never overcome. in his childhood he had come far too close to such a repulsive being, and the rotted, foul stench was forever etched in his memory.

the vampire lay in a depression in the earth, rotted clothes, once elegant and fine, covering his emaciated body. he looked grotesque. as julian approached, the mouth curved in a parody of a smile. "you are too late, hunter. the sun has dropped from the sky." the vampire floated from the soil to an upright position.

julian shrugged with studied casualness. "do you not recognize me? we grew up together. you were once a great man, renaldo. how is that you have sunk so low as to roam the earth in search of fresh kills?"

the head undulated back and forth in a palsied motion. "why have you come to this place, savage? you never concerned yourself with the politics of our race." the vampire's voice was an ugly hiss spewing from his throat.

"you chose to become something other than what you were born to be. i have long hunted those who chose to damn their souls and imperil others," julian replied softly, almost gently. his voice was beautiful purity, its tones filling the cavern, pushing aside the stench of decay. "there was a time, renaldo, when you hunted by my side. even then you were not nearly of my strength and power. why would you think yourself capable of challenging me now?" on the surface, it seemed an innocent enough question, but his voice was hypnotic, velvet, all the more powerful because it was nearly impossible to detect the hidden compulsion in it.

darius had followed julian into the mountain, remaining in the background to scan for other dangers, knowing from experience that the undead had many traps and deceptions and that they always tried to take those hunting them with them to their death. with the undead, nothing was ever as it seemed.

he found julian's soft, gentle approach to the vampire interesting. darius was more direct, hunting the undead down and quickly dispatching them in a brief, ferocious battle. julian was a bit like the vampire himself - indirect, deceptive, undermining the confidence of his opponent, sidetracking him, throwing him off, reminding him of his earlier, better days. darius shook his head but remained silent and unseen. his sister's mate was an interesting man, a renegade, going his own way in all things, a careless, sardonic humor spilling over when least expected. julian appeared to be afraid of nothing, to respect few, and to be a law unto himself.

darius's curiosity stemmed from more than merely wanting to become better acquainted with the man who claimed his sister for his own. there was something eluding him about his sister's chosen lifemate. something dark and mysterious that nagged at him.

the vampire was moving in a circular direction, trying to position himself closer to the exit. julian was not giving ground, merely turning with the monster in a strange, flowing dance. julian could have been performing a minuet for all the stress he portrayed. "you know that i cannot allow you to live, renaldo. it would be inhuman of me."

"you have no regard for humans, julian," the vampire pointed out. "you follow no one, not even the prince of all carpathians. you think i do not feel the shadow lengthening and growing within you? my challenge was not issued to you but to another, one not known to the people of our homeland. this one hoards more than one eligible woman for himself. this is against our laws."

julian's white teeth gleamed in the darkness of the chamber. "and you follow those laws?" he asked it with deceptive mildness, but the vampire's words had struck deeply.

even as he spoke, he felt the slight shift in the earth beneath his feet, the undead's next deadly desperate assault beginning. at once he moved with lightning speed, going from a loose standing position to lunging straight at the vampire, his hand diving deep into the chest wall, extracting the pumping heart as he leapt away.

his image was so blurred, his speed so swift, even for one of their kind, that darius thought for the space of a heartbeat that he might have imagined savage's skillful charge. the vampire swayed uncertainly, gasping from the blow, his grotesque features contorted into an even more grotesque mask. he fell in slow motion, landing nearly at julian's feet.

julian tossed the heart some distance from the body and immediately gathered energy in his hands to cleanse the blood from his skin. he then directed an orange flame at the still-pulsating organ, incinerating it to a fine gray ash. the flame then leapt from his hand to the body, instantly cremating the remains so that the vampire could not possibly rise again.

the earth beneath his feet rolled, heaved, and bucked.

there was an ominous creaking of rock, a grinding of layers of stone as slabs of granite began to slide toward one another. darius appeared and sprang toward the shifting crevice, his hands weaving a strange pattern as he sang something softly beneath his breath, slowing the vampire's lethal trap. julian didn't wait for an engraved invitation. shape-shifting on the wing, making himself as small as possible, he streaked through the closing crack toward open air and the night, darius right beside him. the two burst out into the freedom of sky, the open expanse of air, just as the two sides of the crevice thunderously crashed together.

"i thought you were planning on talking him to death," darius informed the golden bat dryly as he himself shape-shifted from a black bat to a feathered and much more powerful predator.

"someone had to do something while you were playing with your rock patterns," julian replied easily, allowing iridescent feathers to erupt along his own body, becoming a raptor more than able to keep up with his companion's aggressive flight.

they began to fly side be side easily toward the forest where they had left desari. "i could do no other than protect the man of my sister's choosing." darius managed to make it sound as if his sister had a hole in her head.

julian snorted. "protect me? i do not think so, old man. you were the one standing back in the shadows while i destroyed the beast."

"i had to ensure you came to no harm through other traps and snares. you certainly wasted enough time with the undead," darius replied softly. he veered to the left, winging his way above the canopy of trees. when julian continued on his present course, darius made a wide circle back to him. "you do not wish to return to my family with me?"

"i must awaken desari first," julian replied complacently.

"desari rose an hour ago." darius delivered the message in a tranquil, neutral voice.

julian, within the owl's body, nearly dropped from the sky in shock. he could not conceive of darius teasing him. darius had no discernible sense of humor. he was closer to turning than any other carpathian male julian had ever met. it was an unsettling thought that someday he might have to hunt and attempt to destroy desari's brother.

desari.

he whispered her name across the sky, somewhere between tenderness and rage. she had somehow managed to awaken on her own despite his forceful command. he should have known the moment she had risen. he was her lifemate. they were connected, two halves of the same whole. darius had known desari was gone. had she contacted him? for a moment julian's feathered body shook with anger. desari didn't understand what it meant to be claimed by a mate. she was bound to him, heart and soul. she needed to learn much more of the man who was now her lifemate. petty retaliation because he had forced her obedience would not be tolerated.

tolerated?

desari's soft voice said scornfully in his mind.

i do not owe you obedience, julian. i am no fledgling to follow your lead without question. you are the one who needs to learn more of the woman you claim you have bound to you. i will not be treated in such a manner.

julian slammed his mind shut while he wrestled with an unfamiliar, smoldering rage. he had never really experienced jealous anger. he had never had reason to.

and, as a powerful carpathian male, he had naturally believed that his lifemate was the one who would willingly change her life for him. she would want to fit into his world, not force him to live in hers. yet desari appeared to have ideas of her own.

julian deliberately turned away from darius, working at repressing his unexpected temper. he needed time alone to get himself under control, to think things through. to try to understand that desari was no fledgling to be guided by her mate. that she had lived many centuries, had many powers, and was used to making decisions and commanding a certain amount of respect. he winged his way toward the mountain peaks, where he always felt a semblance of peace. he would spend time there pondering the situation and the best way to handle it.

the undead had said. and it was the terrible truth. how had he thought he could claim a lifemate, live as an honorable carpathian was meant to? doubtless mikhail, the prince of their people, knew the truth. gregori, too. and darius certainly sensed it in him. worse, julian now realized, what darius knew, so would desari.

desari wandered through the campsite dayan had chosen. they were near other campers, human campers, yet protected from prying eyes. still, for some reason, she was uneasy, restless. she found herself pacing back and forth until dayan told her to stop or she was going to wear a new trail in the dirt. at first she thought it was because she was angry with julian for sending her to sleep like a fledgling. then she decided it was anger at herself for being vulnerable to such compulsion. now she didn't know what it was. her mind was in chaos, striving constantly to find julian. that in itself was disconcerting. maybe what she needed to do was feed. no, what she needed to do was find julian. touch him. see him.

she swore softly and flounced over to the picnic table. forest, the male leopard that always traveled with them, was stretched out the entire length of the table. irritably, desari shoved at him. "get down."

the cat answered her with a contemptuous raise of his lip, but he didn't budge. dayan turned around to stare at her in surprise. "what is wrong with you?"

"everything. nothing. i do not know. the bus is broken down for the fourth time this month. barack has no idea how to fix vehicles; he just tinkers with them all the time. no one wants to buy a new one, and i keep saying we have to either learn to fix the motor ourselves or hire a mechanic to travel with us. it is not like we cannot afford it." desari began pacing again, unable to remain still.

"the cats would never tolerate a human around us," darius said as he materialized beside the table. he reached out to shove the male leopard from his perch.

"they will have to tolerate it," desari snapped, her black eyes flashing at her brother, then searching the sky and woods all around them. where was julian?

where are you?

it slipped out before she could censor it, the cry for his mind touch. it was met with silence, and her agitation increased. why did it matter so much? after all, what was he to her? a lover. people took lovers all the time. barack was a hound dog. at least he had been for a couple of centuries there. desari brought her mind up sharply. she couldn't think about this. couldn't think about julian and where he might be.

"dara, be calm," darius ordered softly. "your state of mind has nothing to do with our vehicle."

"do not presume to know my state of mind," she snapped back. "i have told all of you over and over that we need a new motor home. even the truck is breaking down now. does anyone want to do anything about it? syndil's too busy hiding from the world. barack is molting somewhere. dayan and you pay no attention to the details of our life."

"i get up on the stage every night," dayan said, defending himself. "and i write the songs and the music for you. i do not know anything about motors, nor do i wish to know. we are not mortals to deal with such things."

darius simply watched his sister without speaking. she was rubbing her hands up and down her arms as if she were cold. the night air was cool but not uncommonly so. she was abnormally pale.

"getting up on the stage is not attending to the necessary details, dayan," desari informed him. "we have to book the tours, keep track of the accounts, plan the routes, see that we can always provide for the cats, ensure that we have adequate gas and stores for whatever could break down while we are on the road. we must look human, act human. do you do any of that, dayan? i say we need new vehicles or a mechanic. you others had just better choose which you prefer or shut up and live with any decision i make."

darius raised an elegant eyebrow. "and what do you think is the best solution, dara? a mechanic? the cats would probably eat the man before we finished interviewing him. but perhaps if you found someone the cats found unappetizing, we could allow him to travel with us."

"a human? a male?" dayan was outraged. "that would not be tolerable around our women."

desari's head snapped up, her dark eyes flashing fire. "we women are not your possessions, dayan. we have the right to do as we please, to be around whomever - male or female, mortal, or immortal - we choose. you do not rule us, and you never will."

dayan let out his breath in a long, slow hiss of disapproval. "this stranger you chose to consort with last night must have given you a virus. your disposition has gone downhill, desari."

"dayan." darius stepped between his sister and his second in command. "that will be enough. the 'stranger,' julian savage, is a powerful carpathian, a hunter of the undead. we would do well to learn what we can from him. if he comes to this camp, you will treat him with respect as one of us."

dayan shook his head, annoyed at the madness of allowing a stranger into their midst. "i will do as you instruct, darius, but i think this man has somehow beguiled desari."

"why?" she demanded. "because i am insisting you help with some of the details of our existence? you are not jungle animals, the male defending the pride and that his only requirement. you ought to help out more."

dayan raised an eyebrow but refrained from continuing the argument with desari. "deal with this," he said to darius. "you are the only one who can." and then he was gone before desari could retaliate.

desari was left to face her brother alone. "do not say anything, darius. i know something is terribly wrong with me. i do not know what it is, but i feel like i am losing my mind. it is more than just physical discomfort, it is mental as well."

"call him to you." darius gave the order softly, as was his way. it had no less impact. his voice carried centuries of authority.

she closed her eyes tightly, pressing her hands to her rolling stomach. "i cannot, darius. do not ask this of me."

"i can do no other than demand it of you," he said. "call him to you."

"if i do, he will believe he has the right to my obedience."

"you are suffering needlessly. whatever this man has done to bind you to him we cannot undo until we know more." he forced a gentleness into his voice. "you know i cannot allow you to suffer, desari. call him to you."

"i cannot. did you not hear what i told dayan? women have rights, darius. we cannot be ruled by men simply because they believe it is so."

his icy black eyes captured her dark, sorrow-filled ones and held her gaze. "i have always been responsible for you and syndil both. in this i must insist. i can feel your pain, the chaos of your mind. do as i bid you."

"please, darius. i do not wish to openly defy you." desari was actually biting her fingernails, the strain on her face terrible for her brother to witness. her other hand nervously tugged its way through the mass of ebony hair cascading around her shoulders and down her back.

"you have done so repeatedly since this man entered our lives," darius reminded her gently. "i will tolerate only so much defiance from you, little sister. i realize this is a new experience, one outside our realm of knowledge, but i cannot allow you to suffer. call savage to your side."

tears shimmered in her eyes and on her long lashes. she sank onto the wooden bench beside the table, hanging her head in defeat.

"there is no need to call me." julian's muscular form solidified beside her, close enough that she could feel his body heat. his arm curved around her shoulders. "i cannot take the separation from you, desari." he made the admission without hesitation, uncaring that darius was within hearing, wanting only to spare her further pain.

"what have you done to me?" there were tears in desari's voice as well as her eyes. her fingers curled into two tight fists so that her nails bit deeply into her palms. her voice became a tragic whisper. "what have you done that i cannot be without you?"

julian bent his head to hers, his grip gentle, tender as he pried her fingers open one by one. very carefully he brought her hands to the healing warmth of his mouth, pressing a kiss into the exact center of each wounded palm. his golden eyes held her dark gaze captive.

desari could feel the terrible knot in the pit of her stomach begin to melt from his molten heat. whatever fire lay deep within him ignited a matching inferno deep within her. there was also a peace stealing into her soul and heart, filling the terrible emptiness. she was complete, totally complete again with him so close. her lungs could work; her heart beat in a strong, steady rhythm.

"i can feel your fear, desari," julian said softly. "there is no need. i cannot hurt you. i am your lifemate, responsible for your happiness."

"how can that be if i cannot even be away from you for a short period of time?" desari glanced at her brother, a silent plea for privacy. she had trouble enough accepting such a strange phenomenon without there being a witness to her humiliation.

julian waited until darius had signaled the two leopards to his side and disappeared into the dark interior of the trees to hunt. he palmed the nape of desari's neck, his fingers caressing her silken hair. "our physical bodies can be in separate places, piccola, but our minds must touch often when we are apart."

"you knew this, yet you withdrew. i chose to assert my independence, and you punished me for it," she said, lifting her chin at him.

"you ignored your own safety, cara mia, " he said softly. "you refused to believe the things i tried to tell you, even when i gave you access to my mind. i had no choice but to allow you to learn firsthand that wh-->>

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