Page 67 of Broken Moon

“Give me the address.”

He did. “Hurry, Kait.”

“I’m on my way,” I told him,and when I kicked the gas and spun out of my mother’s driveway, I caught aquick glimpse of eyes glowing in my rearview. Someone had been watching me.

I shivered as cold chillschased each other down my spine.

Alpha.

ChapterThirty-One

The demon had been good for twothings. One, I’d gotten the blade from him, and that blade was going to kill alot of assholes. Two, he’d led us to the screaming girl in Lucy’s dreams, agirl we might otherwise never have found.

Marcy was being held in Falton,a small, somewhat isolated town about thirty minutes outside the city. The townwas a shithole known casually as the Pocket by its residents and “outsiders”both. It was a place that anyone who didn’t live there—including thepolice—avoided going.

I was forced to take time todrive to Shadowfield, because my mother had my knife. No way was I going tofight that demon without it. I called her on my way there, and she promised tobe waiting with the blade.

When I arrived, the on-dutyguard peered from the guardhouse at me, then opened the gates without giving meany shit. Word had spread that my mom and I were Pack now, and like it or not,they weren’t going to go against their alpha’s orders.

My mom was waiting for me justinside the administration building, and when she saw me pull up, she rushedthrough the doors, Lennon at her side. I was happy to see that the seer washealed.

I jumped from the car to meetthem. Thankfully, neither of them asked questions. My mother wordlessly handedme my sheathed blade, and as I buckled it on, rushing back to my car, shecalled, “Kick ass, home skillet!”

“Mom,” I said, my eye-roll inmy voice, then, “Love you.”

Lennon followed me. “Give meone of your traps,” she said, when we reached my car.

I didn’t waste time askingquestions. I opened the hatch, grabbed my kit, and tossed her one of my spiritsnares. She cupped the snare in her palms and whispered a few unintelligiblewords until the trap began to glow with a gentle blue light.

I was almost afraid to touch itwhen she handed it to me, but when I hesitated, she shook it at me. “Take it,”she hissed. “You won’t trap him without it. Even with it, you’re going tostruggle.”

“Thanks, Lennon.” I trustedher. She’d cast a spell to ignite the trap, and I had no doubt it would aid mein catching that elusive and determined demon. The light went out when Igingerly accepted the trap, but it wouldn’t matter. I knew the light was stillthere, even if it wasn’t visible to me.

I didn’t ask her what she’dseen. Sometimes it was better not to know.

She told me anyway. “I’ve seentwo realities. In one, you defeat the demon. You trap him in the snare I justenchanted. You keep your stolen blade, a blade you should never have taken. Ablade that…” A whisper of a sigh floated from her parted lips. “Well, it’syours now, for better or worse.”

I swallowed hard. “What elsedid you see, Lennon?”

She reached out to help mefasten the snare to my belt when my fingers became too clumsy to workcorrectly. “He took you, Kait. He took the blade, which you are now part of. Ifhe gets the blade, he gets you.”

“What do I do?” I murmured,more to myself than to her.

She answered anyway. “You don’tlet him get the blade.”

Yeah.

“Hang on, Lucy,” I muttered asI sped toward the Pocket. And a few minutes later, “Don’t you hurt her, youevil fuck.” I slapped the steering wheel. “Don’t you hurt her.”

But I knew the chances of Lucyescaping with her life were low. I shoved that fear away, though I’d meant tostop doing that. Tomorrow I’d stop.

I didn’t drive into the Pocket.My car would have been stolen immediately or broken into at the very least. Iparked off the road leading in, locked up, and hoped it’d still be there when Ireturned. I strapped on my weapon belts, and this time, I took my gun—not thatit would do a whole hell of a lot against the demon. I slung my leather kit bagover my shoulder, then sprinted down the quiet road.

Before I got far, I spotted thedetective’s car alongside the road. Apparently, we’d had the same idea. I ranon, and just before I reached the town, I was forced to slow down and try mybest not to be seen by the roving gangs of the Pocket.

Males and females had theirseparate groups, and from what I’d heard, the females were the ones youwouldn’t want to run into—especially if you were a man. Being a cop wouldn’tmean Rick was safe from them. On the contrary.

I sent him a text as I walked,my head swiveling from shadow to shadow. I could handle myself againsthostiles, but bullets were another story. The detective and I were going tohave some trouble tonight.