Love Beyond the wall (A Rizer Pack Shifter Series Book 1)

by Amelia Wilson

  Or… perhaps not alone. She could smell the scent of the Draugr everywhere; since this was their car, that wasn’t a big surprise. She and the driver were the only ones in the car, but she felt a presence there, someone close and watchful, and a shimmer of magic tickled the edges of her mind. Mia brought her hand up and began to cast, but someone invisible grabbed her wrist.

  “No magic,” a man’s voice said.

  “Nice, coming from someone under a magical cloak.”

  “My car, my rules.”

  “Show yourself,” she bit, pulling free.

  There was a chuckle. “All in good time.”

  She crossed her arms and legs and sat back in the seat. She was aware that she was pouting, but she really didn’t care. She’d been having a rash of very bad days, and it was enough to make anyone cranky.

  Her unseen companion chuckled again. “You’re a real piece of work, missy.” His voice was a pure baritone, his accent American.

  “Who are you?”

  She could hear the smile in his voice as he answered. “You can call me Derek.” There was a hesitation. “You cut your hair. I liked it better when it was red.”

  Mia clenched her teeth. “Fuck you.”

  Derek laughed and said again, “All in good time.”

  ***

  In Sweden, in the house they had recently purchased, Erik was lounging on the bed in a pair of silk shorts watching Nika prepare for bed with a smile on his face. She walked slowly toward him, brushing her lustrous red tresses, smiling back, dressed in a white satin chemise.

  “What are you looking at?”

  He smiled. “I’m looking at you.”

  She put the brush aside and knelt on the bed. “Like what you see?”

  “Always.”

  He held out his hand for her, and she took it, letting him pull her into his arms. She pillowed her head on his broad, muscular chest, letting her fingers play along the peaks and valleys of his defined abdomen. Nika kissed his warm skin and breathed in his masculine scent and the undefinable magic that was indisputably his. She felt it all the way down to her toes, and it made her tingle.

  Erik kissed her tenderly, his lips light as a whisper against her own even while his arm was strong around her shoulders. It was a heady combination of gentleness and power, and it made her happy. She looked up into his bright blue eyes and ran her fingers through his tousled blond locks.

  “You, my love, are absolutely gorgeous,” she told him.

  He smiled. “Thank you. I think – “ He was interrupted by his cell phone, which suddenly blasted out the techno ringtone he had assigned to identify calls from Elke. “Seriously?”

  Nika snickered and leaned over him to retrieve the phone. “Hello?”

  “Hi, Nika,” Elke said brightly. “Listen, remember that guy that I’ve been seeing?”

  “Why are you calling me on Erik’s phone to talk about your boyfriend?”

  “Because yours is turned off. Anyway, he works for 3 Sverige. That’s a cell phone network here in Sweden.”

  Nika rolled her eyes. “I know. That’s who I have my phone through.”

  Erik shook his head and dropped it back onto the pillow, looking up at the ceiling and holding his arms out in a ‘why me?’ gesture. She struggled not to laugh.

  “Oh, okay,” Elke continued. “I wasn’t sure. So, I sent him the data from Erik’s phone with the call about Mia, and he traced the call.”

  Now Erik was much more interested in the conversation. He sat up, his eyebrows rising. Nika nodded to him. “Where did the call come from?”

  “It was on a phone that was purchased through 3 Sverige in Copenhagen, and it’s on a universal card. Based on pings and triangulation and all that jazz, he says that the picture was taken is Paris.”

  Erik frowned. “Paris?” he echoed.

  “Hi, boss!” she chirped, well aware that with his Draugr hearing he was already party to the conversation. “Yeah, Paris. And in Paris, guess what?”

  He sighed. “Elke, spit it out before I shake you.”

  She giggled. “That might actually be fun.”

  “Elke…”

  “All right, all right. Paris, you might remember, is split between two Draugr groups. The Draugr chief of east Paris didn’t come to Uppsala. In fact, he stayed there and cemented his holdings by taking the territory of the other Draugr chieftain in west Paris, who did go, and who’s still here in Sweden. He’s also being really chummy lately with a coven of witches based in Bordeaux.”

  “Chummy in what way?” he asked.

  “Well…he’s been acting as their muscle under a kind of Mafia-style agreement.”

  Erik shook his head. “The hell he is. Get me all the information you can about those Draugr in Paris and get it to me on my desk in the morning, and about the witches in Bordeaux. And I want to know where in Paris Mia was seen.”

  “You got it, boss.”

  He gently pulled the phone out of Nika’s hand and spoke into it. “And stop calling tonight unless it’s a complete emergency.”

  His assistant giggled again. “Sure thing. You two have fun, now!”

  He ended the call and put the phone aside. Nika leaned forward and kissed him, then got under the covers and lay down with her back against his side.

  “Good night, sweetheart,” she said, unable to keep the grin out of her tone.

  She could sense his confusion in the silence, but finally he said, “Good night.” He turned out his bedside table light and rolled over until they were lying back to back. She smiled and leaned into his warmth, then settled down to sleep.

  Chapter Six

  Dominic hauled himself onto his hands and knees, feeling the silver burning in his gut. It should have killed him. He didn’t know why he was still alive. He whimpered in pain, the sound still wolf-like even though his form was human. He squeezed his eyes shut, hard.

  The sound of footsteps approached, and he tried to move away from the door, but his hand slipped in the pool of blood beneath him and he fell onto his side. He lay there, gasping, staring at the entry to the little rock chamber.

  A human man in a muddy overcoat with shaggy, unkempt hair appeared in the doorway. He looked down on the felled Ulfen with a kind smile, even though he shouldn’t have been able to see him in the utter darkness.

  “Well,” he said, his voice thickly accented. “I came expecting to find a runaway Valtaeigr and I find a wounded wolf instead.”

  Dominic tried to speak, but he couldn’t make the sound come out. The man came closer and crouched beside him.

  “That’s a bad wound,” he said conversationally. “I’ll bet it feels as awful as it looks.”

  The Ulfen whined and tried to scoot away from him, but the man out a hand on his shoulder and held him tight. The heat of magical power shot into him from the stranger, and he was completely paralyzed.

  “I don’t know how much a hurt Ulfen is like a hurt animal, but I can’t have you biting me while I try to help you, can I?” The man had a Russian accent, and his scent was ruddy and rich, like blood in black soil. He rolled Dominic onto his back and pulled a black-handled knife out of his pocket. The ritual blade glowed with powerful magic. “This will only hurt for a minute. I’m sorry I can’t make it not hurt at all.”

  He pulled Dominic’s shirt up and his jeans down to expose the bullet entry wound. With a quick, almost apologetic smile, he cut into him and reached his blunt fingers inside through the incision. The Ulfen tried to howl in pain, but the paralysis extended to his voice, and he was forced to stay silent. After an eternity of probing, the man finally pulled out the bullet and tucked it into a pocket.

  “There,” he said. “Good as new. Almost.”

  He bent and lifted Dominic onto his shoulders as if the Ulfen was weightless, and he carried him out of the Catacombs.

  ***

  The car pulled through a guarded gate and into a private estate on the outskirts of Paris. As soon as the gates were locked up again behind the vehicl
e, the one calling himself Derek materialized on the seat beside her.

  He was shorter than she would have expected, with chocolate brown hair and equally dark eyes set in a face with skin so pale he seemed to be made of milk. He was in an elegant suit with a black wool overcoat covering it, but he seemed to have no difficulty with the heat. Now that his magical concealment was dismissed, she could tell that he was an old Draugr, secure in his power.

  “Welcome to my home,” he said with a pleasant smile.

  She glowered at him. “Am I a prisoner?”

  “Not yet.”

  “What do you mean?”

  He smiled more broadly. “Your ultimate fate depends greatly upon the choices that you make, and the reactions of your father.”

  “Did he send you?”

  “Quite the contrary. This is going to be a huge surprise for him.” The car stopped, and he exited, offering her his hand to help her out. She took it reluctantly.

  Derek led her up the front steps and into a palatial mansion that was clearly centuries old. A human woman met him at the door and collected his coat, and another asked Mia for hers. She shook her head and kept it, and the woman simply walked away.

  He took her to a sitting room filled with antique furniture and exquisite art. She sat in a wingback chair while he made himself comfortable on a loveseat facing her.

  “I am Derek Dupin, the chieftain of the Paris band. Have you heard of me?”

  “Should I have?”

  He smiled. “Perhaps not. But soon everyone will know who I am.” He crossed his legs and sat back, his arms across the back of the loveseat. “Now that your father has so helpfully destroyed all of the First, I am now the second oldest vampire in existence. I will not bow to him.”

  Mia snorted. “He’ll make you.”

  “No,” he said with a shake of his dark head. “Not if I have you at my side.”

  She narrowed her eyes. This was beginning to sound a great deal like the arrangement she had endured with Bjorn. “At your side in what way?”

  “As his daughter, you are his heir and princess of the Draugr kingdom. You are also the last surviving Dark Sister, and therefore the strongest link to the powers of Hel. I am proposing an alliance, one that will benefit us both.”

  “What sort of an alliance?”

  “A marriage of convenience,” he said with a shrug, as if he were discussing a coffee date. “If we wed, we will be the heirs to his kingdom, and if anything unfortunate should happen to him, we will be in a position to take it all. All of the power. All of the territory. All of the money. And we will be able to resume making faery dreyri and reaping the financial benefits of a population addicted to what only we can provide.”

  “What makes you think he won’t just kill you when you make your demands?” she asked. “I assume you’re going to make demands.”

  Derek smiled. “He wants to be king, doesn’t he? Part of kingship is diplomacy. I have more experience in that field than the Huntsman does. I can work him into a position where we will have everything we want.”

  She was not convinced. “And what do I get out of this?”

  He was prepared with an answer. “An end to running. All of the power you can take. Respect due to you for your particular skill set. Protection from the Huntsman and his Rune Master.”

  He finished speaking and waited for her to respond. She stared at him, their eyes locked, for a long time while she ran his suggestions over in her head. Finally, she said, “If I agree to this, there’s one more thing I want.”

  Derek beamed. “Anything for my future bride.”

  “I want the Huntsman’s head on a pig pole.”

  His dark eyes gleamed. “That is a gift I would be happy to deliver.”

  Mia considered for a moment longer, then smiled tightly. “You have a deal.”

  ***

  Nika slept fitfully. In her unquiet dreams, she saw Mia and a Draugr she did not know standing on a battlefield, facing Erik. The two Draugr were in ancient armor, swords in their hands. Nika herself stood at Erik’s side, her rune magic tingling in her hands. Mia had magic of her own prepared.

  The faceoff took place in an empty field beneath dark skies heavy with thunderclouds. The lightning added power to their magic, and a soaking rain slicked the ground. Erik and the Draugr fought, and Mia concentrated her magic on her father, weakening him. Nika could not get her magic to work. She was forced to sit by helplessly while her lover was hacked to bits, dying before her eyes.

  She jolted awake and reached for him, but his place in the bed was empty. She sat up, alarmed. “Erik?”

  There was no answer, so she tried again through their Chosen bond.

  Erik?

  In the study, he responded.

  She slipped from the bed and padded through the house to where he sat in the dark, his face ghostly in the glow from his laptop’s screen. “What are you doing?” she asked.

  “Trying to get things in order with the club and everything else.” He ran a hand over his face. “This is not my strong suit.”

  She went to him and embraced him, her arms tight around his neck. He held her wrists gently in his hands and looked up at her.

  “Are you all right?”

  Nika sighed. “I had a horrible nightmare.”

  He pulled her onto his lap, and she put her arm around his shoulders, happy to be there. He circled her waist with his arms and said, “It was only a dream. Whatever it was, it didn’t happen, and we’re as safe and sound as we’ve ever been.”

  “That’s what I’m afraid of.” She sighed and leaned her head against his, looking at the spreadsheet on his computer. “These books are going to be the death of you. Why don’t we just hire an accountant?”

  “Do you think we’ll be able to find one who’ll keep quiet about all of our business and who won’t get freaked out by what we are?”

  “Probably. Money helps some people accept anything and keep any secret. We have how many Draugr, though? Surely one of them is a CPA.”

  He smiled. “I’ll tell you what. If you can find a Draugr accountant, I will hire him or her on the spot. Deal?”

  “Deal.” She patted his shoulder. “Anything is better than seeing you wrestle with numbers like this.”

  Erik shrugged. “It’s not as if I ever went to school. It’s a miracle I can understand these things as well as I can.” He was quiet for a moment, then he asked, “Who did you see in your dream?”

  “Mia,” she said. “You and me. A Draugr man I’ve never seen before. It was very dark and rainy and you were fighting and... I couldn’t get my magic to work. I couldn’t help you. You...you died.”

  “Ugh.” He kissed her. “It was only a dream. Here I am, as alive as I was the day you met me, and I doubt your magic will ever fail you in real life.”

  “Don’t the Norse believe in dreams?” she asked.

  “We did. And sometimes I still do. If it concerns you, call Ingrid and have her interpret it for you. She’s a vala of many talents.”

  Vala was the ancient Norse word for “wise woman,” and his mother was certainly that. She had taught Nika about rune magic and about what it meant to be Valtaeigr. She had also proven to be a powerful ally against their foes.

  “I’ll call her in the morning.”

  “Good idea.” He reached out and closed the laptop. “Enough of this. Let’s go back to bed, shall we?”

  She kissed him, and she longed for more, but if she gave in to her own urges tonight, it would mean she’d have to start her test all over again, and she didn’t want to do that. The sooner this test was over, the happier she’d be - for a number of reasons.

  Erik could tell that she was thinking, and the way he was looking at her, she worried that her thoughts had been showing on her face. She couldn’t let him know that he was being tested.

  “Chosen?” he asked, his voice gentle but guarded. “Is something troubling you?”

  “Just the dream,” she lied. She got up off of his lap
and took his hands in hers. “I’m just tired and I’d like to go to sleep.”

  He rose and put his arm around her. “Then sleep you shall.”

  Together, they walked to the bedroom and went back to bed. They slid under the covers and she curled up under his arm, her head on his chest, her hand on his stomach. He kissed her hairline and ran his hand along her arm, stroking her soft skin from shoulder to elbow. His heartbeat was strong in her ear, the drum beat of his life and his love. She kissed his chest.

  He put his arms around her and pulled her closer, moving her easily with his steady strength. She ended up lying on top of him, her belly against his hips. He looked at her with adoration, and she kissed him deeply.

  His body responded to the touch, and she could feel him hardening against her. She longed to touch him, to feel him inside of her, but she reminded herself of the things he had done in his mortal days and while under Mia’s control. She pushed away and put some space between them.

  He looked at her in confusion, little lines appearing between his eyebrows. “Nika, what is it?”

  “I’m just tired, that’s all.” She pulled further away and lay down without touching him. “I just want to sleep.”

  He took a deep breath and pressed his hands against his face. “All right,” he said at last. “I’m sorry.”

  “It’s okay,” she said, smiling, pleased that he was taking her rejection so well. She cuddled into her pillow, facing him. “Good night, Erik.”

  He arranged his pillow and sighed. “Good night.”

  It took hours for both of them to fall asleep.

  Chapter Seven

  The man took Dominic through ley lines, traveling in an unreal dream state between the physical and the imaginary. The Ulfen still paralyzed and in pain, wished that he could close his eyes against the swirling phantasms that played around them as they moved. There was no such relief for him, however, and he did his best to hold on to his mind.