Ever On: Part Three

By RJ Dale

The final tale in Kyra has arrived.
It has been days since her world was blown apart, and yet, still so much has happened. Discovering her powers as a shift-kin are subdued due to the liquid silver, Kyra will have to play nice before she can escape. But she isn’t just weakened from the silver. Ronan Highlander is her true weakness and Kyra will fight tooth and claw against her feelings for him, until she cant fight any more and accept he is her true mate but will it end before it begins when the biggest secret of all is revealed. Danger is at hand, and death is never too far once again, threatening not only Kyra but Izzy and Pete also.

• Language: English
• Publisher: RJ Dale
• Release date: Mar 30, 2018
• ISBN: 9781370793822

RJ Dale

RJ Dale lives in Queensland Australia. With a deep interest in supernatural, magical and all things unexplained.

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Ever On: Part 3

RJ Dale

Copyright 2013 by RJ Dale

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Books by R J Dale

The Passion Series:

Awoken By Passion (Free!)

Edge Of Darkness

Born Of Light

Blood And Fruit

The Passion: box set (Includes All Four Books)

Ever On:

Ever On: Part One

Ever On: Part Two

Ever On: Part Three

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Ever On: Part 3

Kyra

R J Dale

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Running. That’s what was happening. I was puffed. Vapour left my mouth, making me dry of throat. And I was so tired. Running. And then howling. The responding howl was so far…and yet there. I had to keep running. My paws were beyond sore. My muscles screamed for rest…and then something hit me.

Ghah!

The sharp pain in my ribs had me gasp awake.

Finally. Izzy heaved and slumped herself on the bed. I’ve been trying to wake you for ages. Did you know you would probably out sleep my mum? She hears nothing either, but one little squeak in my bedroom and she’s on edge. I blinked at her chatter. Trying to recall the dream, but it was pointless with Izzy beside me. She had a fluffy white robe on, a very expensive white towel wrapped around her head. Her clear blue eyes looked brighter and her cheeks flushed. Guess I shouldn’t have expected her to know I was going to sneak Pete inside on Monday morning, Huh? She shrugged sheepish. Staring at the robe cuffs.

Where are we? I sat up, assessing the room, we were in. It was clean, tidy and to my surprise, not cheap. Twin double beds were beside each other. I was at present on the left, still in my clothes. The hotel spread out around us, to show three doors—were they exits? Was that a shower in there? A kitchen and lounge. Another room? How many rooms were there?

We’re in Lake City. It’s pretty pricey, Ronan didn’t care. He said to wake you when I got out of the shower. Which was half an hour ago. You know, I screamed your name in your ear and you didn’t even flinch.

Where is he?

I don’t know. She shrugged inside the too big robe. He was a little annoyed I pulled over ten minutes from town. I wanted to get Pete. I didn’t want to drive any more. I mean, seriously, I get it. You’re on the run. That’s big, but I’m not, I shouldn’t have to be the one doing the hard stuff. You and him were all cozy in the back seat after he … Er—saved you. I know something strange is going on. Your wounds have healed, you’re not even eating properly, and my mum says that you have to eat good food to heal faster. But he was all rules and stuff. You know, don’t let Kyra out of the room. Don’t leave the room yourself. Don’t use the phone to call for Pete, or your mum. I’ll know if you do… She used a deep voice that was nothing like his. Man, I tell you. It’s one thing to know you two have a connection, seriously. It’s there, Kyra. You have to accept it. He’s into you, you’re into him. It’s special; he looks out for you so bad. So … is it true then? You did ditch Ron for Ronan at the lake house. Didn’t you? She was animated, able to leap from conversation to conversation. I wasn’t in the mood for this type of talk. And Ron? Seriously?

When did he go? and she knew who I was asking about.

Er … just over an hour and bit. Why? Are you worried something happened to him? She paled by the smallest amount. He did say it was risky coming here. Said we couldn’t leave any trace of us. That was why he left; made sure we came in from the underground car park. She started to unwrap her hair to frisk it fast, towel drying it. It was the first time I had seen Izzy without her colourful braids. Her hair was frizzed from being free, though she was soon to work on re-braiding them. I don’t think he’s going to be too long. He just said for you to shower and that we can order anything we want. I got pizza by the way. And I got us some milk shakes. She smiled wider.

What about Pete?

Ronan said we’d meet up with him if he calls, and so far he hasn’t. I want to call him, but Ronan had his phone, so I don’t know how he will call us. Hopefully he called and that’s where Ronan is now. Odd, she wasn’t sad, wasn’t worried, wasn’t even close to being up set about any of this.

She didn’t lose her only friend; she didn’t witness her adopted father burn. I hissed at the snide voice in my head. It occurred to me she was nervous. Almost if not more nervous then when we went dancing on Friday, the more nervous she was, the faster she talked. Was I angry with her? I couldn’t decide and climbed from my bed. The moment I added pressure to my feet, I realised I was dizzy. That was odd, I didn’t feel high any more. The memory of Ronan sucking my blood, his lips on my neck, his hands on my shoulder, around my body. Okay, so the clothes were on, but still. It sent shivers down me in a big way. I risked moving, taking small steps toward the bathroom.

Izzy watched me for several moments. Do you want a hand?

I’m good. I was positive I could make it on my own. The moment I can thaw out my muscles, I can leave. All of them.

Once inside the bath room, I stared at the golden tanned girl that looked back at me. I grimaced at the face. It was different from the gas station toilet mirror; this was a large mirror, as wide as the room. As too the shower itself, four people could stand in here. It was beautiful tiled with pale blue and green. The blue reminded me of the printed blue flowers in the bedroom of the cabin, on Monday morning. Before all this happened, when things were just as complicated in a sexual way but not as devastating in the obvious way. I blinked at the large wall mirror. I rarely took time to look at myself. My rusted black hair was a mess, the mad cut that I had given it on Tuesday didn’t make things any better. It was twisted in directions from car hair to bed hair. There was no visible scarring left. The skin around my cheek had healed where the bolt skimmed my skin and the one on my shoulder. I hadn’t even thought of the wounds that Izzy and Pete had suffered, or Ronan. Even as I stripped down to assess my body. Nothing of my run in with Ron, nothing of the tranquiliser dart that hit my neck, the stake of wood that splintered my side. The bolts that had hit my shoulder. The fangs of Ronan on my neck. I squinted, leaning in with deliberate search of where his fangs had been. The marks were so small they may well be dots on an idea. I touched the area, hoping to fine the indention, nothing. Slipping my finger tips around my neck, I rested on my tattoo.

I blinked to the memory of waking, the dream. A wolf-kin. In the stars? Was it just a dream or was it because of his bite that I dreamed liked that. I had never dreamed of another wolf before. Was it the idea? When I reached toward his tattoo, he shied away. The question was still there, the idea he was … could be what I am. You’re not alone. Not any more. Was he able to be a wolf? Maybe, maybe now he will share something of his life.

Yeah, right. We are on the run. Secondly, I’m on the run. I’m leaving them. The further I get away from them the better.

I turned on the hot water and allowed myself to get lost in the shower. I closed my eyes and saw Drew’s face, the wide look of terror, the sudden knowledge of death. Did he know he was going to die? Did he die? Even as the event played on in my mind, it was moments ago it happened, not last night … Monday night? Really. That was when it happened? I pressed my hands to the tile wall, parting my legs as the water jetted down my body, seeing the dirt wedge between my nails. The soot stained my arm. It was real. I scrubbed it off, with effort; the soot washed away, like all things that were dirty, with suds forming, I scrubbed at my skin until it was dark red. The area was close to bleeding and I wasn’t even bothered until that sting of water made me hiss. It was true. Everything that happened in the last forty-eight hours was real. I breathed hard, fighting the need to cry.

No.

No more tears. I am not a baby. This would never have happened if I hadn’t decided to play with Ron. It would never have happened full stop. But it did, my subconscious hissed. It happened and Drew’s dead because of it. I need to leave. I can’t stay with them. I have to go. Find Dean if I ever can. But I can’t stay. Mostly because my moon was coming, secondly; I can’t be liking a vampire, no matter how much he helps me. I like him too much to cause him his death. I didn’t like that thought. To have him die, Izzy?… Pete? No. I won’t let them suffer, not like Drew. I turned off the taps, reached for a towel and saw another robe, just like Izzy’s. I glanced to my clothes. They were torn, covered in dirt, soot, and blood. There wasn’t any point in getting back into them. What the hell could I wear to escape? And where was the photograph that Ronan gave me? I checked the pockets and rechecked them, to panic. He can’t have taken it off me?

I pulled on the robe and left the shower room quickly enough to find the photo sitting on the lamp side table, it was there; with Drew, smiling back at me. I snatched it from the table and before Izzy could see me; she was in the other room. The kitchen or lounge? The bed rooms were somehow connected to the centre of the hotel with the small hall just off the bathroom that would lead to the exit.

Exit!

Stuffing Drew’s image inside my pocket of my robe. I needed to keep that safe, with me always.

I turned to the dirty clothes at my feet; I’d have to wash them. I through them under the shower, soaking them and then squeezing them out. While I worked, I tried to think of the best way to leave. I could just walk out the front door. Izzy wouldn’t really catch me. Besides, once I’m in the woods, I’d be able to turn form.

I nodded to the plan, only thing now was; I’d have wet clothes and have to walk along a hall and street of people with them on, or in this robe which was a little revealing. From the looks of this hotel, it wasn’t cheap. It was rich. Rich looking meant it was deep in the city which also meant I was further from a forest than I hated. Why the hell would Ronan take us to a city? A large comfy town. Why would he think that taking us here was a good idea? Moroi might live here. The Lycan will not care once they see or scent me. Maybe the Lycan in this city are different. They won’t interfere. The ones at the gas station did. They were the ones that shot me … because they had been informed by the other clans. That’d be one thing I should ask Ronan. Get as much information as I can get, and then make a run for it.

No. I should just leave now. Get it over with. I can make it up as I go.

You can’t scent them. You’d last a minute out there. His voice made me shiver. He was right, I couldn’t scent them. Least not until they’re in form and well, by then it’s too late. I lasted all this time without running it to them, why now is it such a problem? The knock at the bathroom door had me shaking my head.

Kyra. You still alive in there?

Yeah, just washing my clothes.

Well, pizza is here and so to are our milkshakes. She sounded hopeful.

I pulled my clothes to the sink, fanning them out and hating they wouldn’t dry for at least eight hours; four if I can get a hair drier on them. Maybe this hotel has its own laundry dryer. It seemed fancy enough. I stepped out of the bathroom; Izzy was sitting on the bed. A string of cheese hung from her mouth leading to a wide slice of pizza. The aroma was mouth watering, my stomach grumbled uncomfortably. Was I hungry? I didn’t think I could answer without wanting to throw up. I wasn’t into pizza right now. I know I should eat, some part of me was saying I needed to eat. I shouldn’t be starving myself, for what. I’m not hungry, I grumbled to myself.

Here. she held out a fancy glass, whipped cream with a cherry on top.

I’m good, thanks. My tone resembled the same as it had all the way here and I blinked. It’s okay, Izzy. You have it. I just … I’ll get some water. I took that moment to case the other rooms.

Stepping out of the twin bedroom, into a lounge combined dining and kitchen with a second room off the back side that must be the main room. To my surprise, the exit doors were down a small hall, out of view of the lounge and kitchen. Taking the other side of the hotel, which the lounge over looked. I was a little surprised. It was so spacious, I wasn’t sure I had seen anything like it. Small in some ways, but definitely