Page 37 of Property of Karev

His eyes go over my shoulder to throw a glance at Karev. I can feel the jealousy vibrating off him, feeding my power in return. Each supernatural has their own power, but mine revolves around jealousy. I can sense it from miles away, push the people who are consumed with it and boost my powers as I’m doing it.

The blur around Drexel’s head is the first indication, and within seconds the fucker is fully shifted into his human form. It gives me the chance to risk a glance behind me, and when I do? I wish I hadn’t. Karev is still in his hellhound form and lying on his side.

My anger skyrockets at the thought of losing my mate. The only one left I care about...the only one who ever cared about me.

“You’re going to die the same way as your sisters. The only difference between you and them is that you already have hellhound compatibility. Which means I finally get the heart of a fury, completing the legend.” Satisfaction drips from every word he just said.

There is no warning, no words wasted, or so much as a grain of sympathy for this asshole standing in front of me as I gather all the power within me and blast it outward, hitting him full force.

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

– AZALEA –

Drexel’s body flies backwards due to my power hitting him full force. He hits a tree and crumbles to the ground. I let my fingers slowly curl inwards to gather my power, feeling the heat of the flames within me burn hotter as I channel the strength between me and my mate.

This time I will hit the fucker in the head and make sure it’ll explode. Ending his life once and for all. Ripping off his head in his human form means no growing back anything.

I’m about to blast him for a second time when I hear Triton roar, “Don’t kill him.”

Why the hell shouldn’t I kill him? The split second that thought runs through my head is apparently all Drexel needs to disappear right before my eyes. It’s exactly the same way that fucker slipped through our fingers the last time.

Anger is still running hot through my veins when I turn and snarl, “Why the fuck did you stop me?”

Triton jogs my way and points at something behind me as he barks, “I see you, asshole,” and shoots a string of electricity from his fingers.

Shocked, I follow his line of sight and notice the silhouette of a man standing in the forest. His eyes flare red when Triton’s electricity hits, and then he’s gone.

“What the hell was that?” I gasp.

It’s then I realize I couldn’t give two shits and completely ignore Triton and whatever just happened because my only priority now is Karev.

“Karev,” I croak and fall to my knees next to him.

My fingers sink into his fur to feel his warmth. His breathing is shallow, and he’s not responding at all. Crawling to the head closest to me, I gently pet him and with it open his eyes. A wave of shock and fear hits me and I quickly check the other two heads before I get up and search for Triton.

He’s walking out of the bushes where the figure was standing when I say, “All his eyes are white, Triton. White. I don’t see a hex bag. What’s wrong with him?”

“This shit is much worse than we thought.” Triton pulls out his phone and starts to rattle off words to someone.

Croc, Stingray, and Shock come running into the clearing.

Triton ends the call and glances at the three of them when he says, “We need to carry VP’s heavy ass back to the clubhouse.”

“Can’t he shift?” Croc asks. “It would be a hell of a lot easier.”

I wave my hands in an “answer the damn question because I would like to know,” move at the warlock.

Triton sighs. “He can’t because I believe he’s hexed. A dark spell with something extra thrown into the mix and I need to get him back to the clubhouse right now so I can do some research. I think I know what just happened, but I have to be sure. Seriously, I can’t wing it, it’s too damn dangerous. Now, get moving because time is of the essence.”

I try to help, but the man is heavy. Thankfully, the four bikers are massive and able to drag the hellhound back to the road.

Once they have him next to the truck I wonder out loud, “How in the hell are we going to get his big ass in there?”

“Which is why I made a call.” Triton glances down the road. “Just in time.”

A semi-trailer truck drives up and Sevrin jumps out. They all help to get him up there and tie him down. I get into the truck with Sevrin, making the long silent ride back to the clubhouse.

To say I’m worried is an understatement. Annetta had the same white eyes and she crumbled lifelessly to the ground before my eyes. Does this mean Karev is dead too? How? What happened? I saw them fight. Karev was winning until it looked like the energy simply drained away. The fact that Sevrin stays silent is slightly unnerving as well.