Nikolai
I felt water come out of my mouth and I woke up with a gasp, coughing up water.
I squinted my eyes as they got adjusted to the view of the beach in front of me. The sand and the water shone under the harsh sunlight.
And then I felt more water rise up my throat before I puked it all out.
Where the fuck am I?
And then it all came back.
The hurricane.
Jumping in the ocean.
Getting sucked in the hurricane.
The feeling that I was going to die before I could save Ava.
Ava.
Ava.
Shit. I need to find her.
A pair of jean clad legs came into my vision and I tensed. I sprang to my feet, ready to kill.
My eyes met familiar ocean blue ones.
“Did you really think I would trust you enough to save my daughter all by yourself?” Javier swung at me.
I flew back and fell on the sand. Moththerfuc-that hurt.
“You had one job.” He roared in anger. “One fucking job. To keep her safe.”
A growl escaped my lips but I said nothing. I couldn’t. He was right. I deserved it.
“Calm down Javier.” Mikhail stopped him from coming at me again.
“It’s fine.” I grunted, standing up again. “I deserve it.”
“No shit.” He spat. I had never seen Javier this angry. Not even when he wanted to kill his twin brother.
“And Avalyn deserves to get out of the hell hole she is in right now, without further delay. And preferably with her father and mate not at each other’s throats.” Mikhail scowled at both of us.
That got my out of my self pity.
“What your plan of action now?” Javier asked me.
“How far are we from the location?” I asked Mikhail. He’s always aware of the location, no matter what. It’s instinctual to him.
“A couple dozen miles.” He replied.
I brought my wolf forward and took a feel of our surroundings. “The island is abandoned. We need to find a mode of transportation.” Our speedboat was ruined and I couldn’t see a single part of it around here. “How did you get here?” I asked Javier.
“Through water. Let’s go.” He replied and then started walking towards the ocean again.
Although confused, we followed him.
When we reached the water, instead of our feet dipping in the water and stepping on the sand, we started walking on the water surface. The surface we stepped on turned solid and the second we stepped forward, it liquified again.
What the fuck?
Looking at Javier, I knew it was his doing. I had no idea he was this powerful. I had heard stories, but nothing like this.
After walking a couple of feet, he stopped and we stopped behind him.
And then suddenly, the water beneath all our feet turned solid and rose a little and rested on the surface water like it was a wooden plank. We were literally standing on a block a water.
And then it started moving fast. Like really fast.
We all lost our footing for a second but then caught each other’s forearms in a lock and stood straight again.
I watched as Javier stood in front, his back to us, his arms crossed and the wind hitting all of us in the face.
How the hell did Emmanuel manage to capture such a powerful man for ten years? It baffled me.
After another ten minutes, an island came in our view.
“Is this the one?” Javier asked.
“The location is of some nearby place. It isn’t very precise.” Mikhail replied.
Javier directed us towards the island, our speed increasing.
When we neared the island, I could hear the sound of human voice, heart beats and daily activities. It can either be vampires, werewolves or humans.
I’m hoping for vampires.
When we neared the dock, I immediately knew that this was Ovzdusia.
This couldn’t be any other place.
How did I know?
There were posts on the docks on which slaves were attached to. Their wrists and ankles were hammered to the wooden posts using long nails.
Some were dead, most of them were alive.
The smell of flesh, blood and fear was thick in the air. The sound of leather meeting skin, of humans screaming with their hoarse voices, pleading incoherently for death to come was loud.