Chapter 90 Find Emma

Along with Magnus, Lazarus killed every shifter and vampire rogue out there, his anger getting doubled every time he struck them down. Even God wouldn't have stopped him if he came down in front of him.

With blood splattered all over his tunic and face and arms, he roared to the sky challenging everybody out there. Seven more jumped out of the shadows and attacked him and Magnus. He slew two of them while Magnus slew the remaining one. The two brothers stood back-to-back with their fangs snapping and swords in their hands. The remaining four surrounded them. They circled, throwing their swords every now and then towards them.

"If you think that your mate has gone with the dragon, then we are going to find her and this will never stop," said one of them, his dark hair falling on his face. "Her blood is going to give us power. It would unite all the rogues. She is the key to our strength. And I would suck her from her thighs, Lord Lazarus."

Fury lashed inside him like a whip. "You won't touch her," he snarled. "And you won't be able to take her name from that filthy tongue of yours again!" He charged at the rogue. "You have made a mistake, bastard. And now get to die." Lazarus traced to him, jolting him with a severe blow. He heard Magnus attacking the rest of the rogues. "You are going to drink from my bride? My mate?" Even Lazarus couldn't believe that those words slipped out of his mouth, but they felt… beautiful. "My Emma? You were going to drink from my Emma?"

Pure rage slashed across his mind and he traced behind the rogue vampire. Before the vampire could even understand what was going on, he had bludgeoned his head with his fists.

"Lazarus," a voice called him and he whipped his head to look. Magnus was standing in his line of vision. Lazarus looked at the pulp that was in his hands. He dropped the rogue to the ground and through his bloodshot eyes saw that the rest were all down.

"They are all dead," Magnus said to assure him, but Lazarus was getting insane with the bloodlust. He wanted to kill more and reach the person who had ordered Emma's execution. He could understand that it was Maeve because she had gone berserk in the end, but she was keen on getting inside Emma's body.

Since Olya was unharmed, it was clear that they were only interested in Emma. What was it that made them seek only Emma. And suddenly, Lazarus realized that now that everyone knows she is his mate, she was in grave danger. His enemies would strike her in order to take revenge from him. And Lazarus had a truckload of enemies. If that wasn't enough, now the rogues knew that Olya was with Magnus.

He was shaking, trying to control his bloodlust. He snapped his head up to look for the dragon who had taken his Emma away. "Where is Nephie?" he growled, looking at Magnus.

Olya peeped out of the tent and rushed to Magnus. She wrapped her arms around the middle of his waist and rested her head on his chest, weeping silently. His sword dropped to the ground and he began to stroke her hair. "Shh… it's fine…" he said and kissed the crown of her head.

"I thought I would lose you," she said through her sobs, trembling with fear in his arms.

"You would never lose me," Magnus assured her in a calm voice as he too held her tightly against him.

The way they held each other made Lazarus feel jealous of his brother. He dropped his sword on the snow and walked to sit on the stump by the fire pit. He held his head in his hands and lowered his head. "Where are you, Emma?" he murmured, feeling empty. He felt like a husk. "Where are you…" All he could think of was Emma. He needed a little more time with her. Had he lost her? The thought sent shivers down his spine.

"I saw Nephie flying in the west," Olya's soft voice.

He turned to face Olya. "West?"

Olya nodded. She had pulled away from Magnus. He walked inside to retrieve a fur for her. "When I heard the screech, I peered outside the tent and saw that she was taking Emma with her. She flew to the west. Olya pointed in the direction where Nephie went.

Lazarus got up, his chest heaving in anticipation. He rushed to his horse.

"Lazarus!" Magnus called him. "Where are you going?"

Lazarus wiped his face with his sleeve. "To find Emma."

"Wait, we are coming with you."

He shook his head. "No!" He pointed with his chin at Olya. "Now they know that you are with her. They will find her if you are with me. There's a bounty on Emma's head. You can't risk her life by staying with us. Take her back to the cabin and be safe."

Magnus never expected his brother to be so thoughtful about Olya. He blinked his eyes in surprise at him.

"Emma likes Olya. It was her idea to take her to the cabin. And I will honor that idea," Lazarus said as he cupped his brother's shoulders. "I am going to find her." He patted Magnus's shoulder and turned around for Titan.

"But Lazarus, it might become dangerous after this," Magnus warned.

"They won't attack me, Magnus. They are after Emma," Lazarus replied as he mounted Titan in one swift move. "Stay here!"

He could have traced throughout this snow forest to find her, but he was going to take his horse because Emma wasn't feeling right. She had survived the attack of rogues three days back and she was attacked again. When he found her, he was going to make her sit on his mount. He was going to take her to the palace and feed her, bathe her, care for her… With these thoughts, he nudged Titan to a gallop.