Sinful Mates 1-3 novel Chapter 73

　　Theo’s POV

　　I couldn’t believe it she was gone, dead. Tobias looked as broken as I felt. Imogen laying in his arms drenched in blood. I pulled her shirt down, not being able to stare at her belly torn open. The damage to her body was haunting. seeing made me remember her pain and fear. I was sure it was going to haunt me forever, feeling how much she wanted us and how helpless she felt in that moment. Could literally feel her begging with everything she had for us to get to her. We failed her and that I know would drive me insane with guilt.

　　“Take her, we need to leave,” Tobias said almost angrily. I know he was hurting, but I hated the way he said it. Dumping her in my arms and tearing his eyes away from her. I started walking toward the path we came up, his voice echoing through the wind over to me.

　　“What are you doing Theo, we need to find our child” he growled harshly.

　　“I’m not leaving her here,” I spat back at him clutching her to me refusing to let go. I can’t leave her. I can’t leave her here alone in the cold.

　　“We don’t even know who took the baby. That’s our priority now we can come back for her, we don’t even know how far who ever took the baby is. You carrying her will slow us down,” he growled, stepping toward me. He went to take her and I shoved him away, growling at him threateningly.

　　“Fine, I will go by myself then.” I watched as he shifted, taking the form of his beast. He shook out his fur turning away from me and heading back up towards the house obviously looking for any scent. I continued to walk down the path. The storm was still raging around us, yet I didn’t feel its rage. I couldn’t feel anything I was numb. Completely empty, dead inside. I kept walking, pulling Imogen closer, trying to shield her from the storm. It made me feel warmer having her in my arms. I had been walking for around five minutes when I noticed a gold light coming from somewhere. I looked around but couldn’t see anything that would cause the light that was on the ground in front of me. Adjusting Imogen, I noticed the glowing gold light was coming from her wrist. I picked up her limp hand and realised the light was coming from the strange bracelet that sat on her small wrist. I ran my fingers over the pendant that was glowing, I recognised the intricate pattern woven around it. But couldn’t remember where I had seen it before.

　　I inspected the bracelet closely before I heard her gasp before jumping forward, coughing like she had been under water and was taking a breath after holding her breath for a long time. Her eyes opening to a magnificent gold colour the same as her bracelet, glowing before she looked at me.

　　“Imogen” I gasped, clutching her tighter. She was rigid in my arms, stiff like a board. She looked around confused before looking at me, her hands going to my face as if to see if I was real. Before her hands clutched onto her belly, her hands clawing at her shirt as she pulled it up. She suddenly started thrashing in my arms, screaming, forcing me to drop her. She landed on the ground with a thud but sprang to her feet faster than I could imagine.

　　“Where is he?” she said, looking around frantically.

　　“Tobias?” I asked. Her eyes darting to mine. I took a step back from her, her eyes were blazing with something I couldn’t decipher. I had never seen eyes like hers before, never seen that expression on her face. I knew every one of her expressions, made mental notes of all of them. Yet this look I had never seen before.

　　“My baby where is he Theo?” I shook my head, not knowing how to answer when I didn’t know. She suddenly took off up the path back towards the cottage. She ran so fast I couldn’t keep up with her. I made it back to the house to see her barge through the door. I heard Tobias barrelling up behind me, before digging his claws into the earth and sliding into me.

　　He looked at me with his black obsidian eyes with a hopeful look on his face, wondering if he felt it right. The bond was surging alive with Imogen’s anger. He shifted, and we both chased after her. We heard doors opening and closing upstairs before she raced past us screaming for the last name, we thought we would hear come from her lips.

　　“Bianca, Bianca” She came running back out and stopping next to us before looking down. I watched as she sniffed the air, before dropping to the floor, her hands running over all the blood on the floor. She wiped at it with her hands clawing at the floor digging through it looking for something.

　　“Where is he, where is my baby” she said, peering up at us with a look of pure fear and desperation on her face. Tears running down her cheeks. I looked to Tobias, he looked just as shocked as I felt at seeing her.

　　“We aren’t sure, we got here too late” I whispered. Her face crumbled up and my guilt hit me saying it. She started wailing and screaming loudly at my words and rocking back and forth, her hands becoming drenched in her blood that was congealing on the floor. The bracelet on her wrist glowing brighter and brighter, flashing like a beacon.

　　When she let out the most heartbreaking guttural scream I had ever heard, the noise seemed to burst straight from her chest.  Light consuming everything as her bracelet exploded blindingly, and so did she. Her emotions knocking me through the bond. Before I see darkness as I am thrown backwards.

　　I hit the ground with a thud, having the air knocked right out of me. I roll to my side, trying to get to my hands and feet. Tobias groans loudly, making me look in his direction, but all I see is dust and dirt. I jump to my feet and gasp at the site before me. Imogen still in the same position cradling her belly and rocking back and forth sobbing. But that wasn’t what shocked me, it was the house. Or the lack there of.

　　It was gone, blown to smithereens like it never existed; I looked around as all the trees flattened, creating an enormous circle like a crater. Nothing left standing. My mind in jumbles trying to figure what she just did and how she did it.

　　“Did she do that?” Tobias whispered, coming through the dust towards me, his body covered in dust and dirt. I didn’t know what to say. I couldn’t explain what I just witnessed. The dense forest literally had a huge part of it blown away, leaving nothing but debris everywhere. I walked over to Imogen, who was on the ground. I touched her back, and she flinched, turning her head to look up at me. What was she?

　　“She took him, she took him” She repeated. Her eyes blazing with fury and sadness and that same strange look I couldn’t decipher. She blinked slowly, like she was understanding what she said. Her face transforming into hatred and darkness as her fangs protruded making me jump back. She looked like an angel of death. The feeling through the bond were dark and cold, a hatred so cold I would hate for it to be directed at me. I shuddered, realising the darkness she is surrounding herself with. The only thing I could work out was that she was vampire, but vampires didn’t possess power like she just showed. She looked crazed and her eyes shining brightly with a hunger I had never seen, in a colour that was out of this world and ours.

　　“Who took him” Tobias asked, holding his hands out like he was trying to catch a wild animal. Her eyes flicking to his. I watched as he too took a step back from her. I could feel her anger coming through the bond, but this wasn’t like any anger I had felt. This was burning hot, threatening to boil the blood in my veins, anger that was all consuming and rabid. Looking down at her she used to be so pure, so innocent. Now though she looked lethal and murderous. I didn’t like this look on her, it scared me wondering what she had become out of this.

　　“My sister” She spat. I could feel her hunger as her anger took over, the darkest parts of her taking over and she wasn’t even fighting against the darkness taking over her instead embracing it, letting it wash over her and take control. Stepping towards her, her head cocked to the side, her eyes snapping to mine, watching me like a predator. I could feel Tobias’s confusion through the bond matching my own. Imogen is an only child who is she talking about?

　　“Bianca” she said answering both our thoughts.

　　“I’m going to fuck kill her” She spat so vehemently, I flinched at her words because I knew she meant them. I stared at her something was off about her. I would hate to be Bianca when she finds her. And I have no doubt she eventually will, nothing but determination and anger washing through our links, her emotions overriding everything we felt.