Meeting Destiny; Lachlan’s Story (Annalese and the Immortals) by Annie Buff

She’s got you Vlad,” Sophie giggled.
    Gary was lost but at home all at the same time. “Sire, would you have time for some Q and A?”
    “Aye, but it’s Lachlan, Lach or McCain. Sire is way too formal, got it?”
    Gary nodded and the questions flew.

Hunting
    P ercy was here. Mehmet could feel it. He was his sire after all. He had a blood bond which was weak after all the years, but it was still there. Mehmet knew he could find him. That wouldn’t be a problem. The problem would come when he would have to return him to Vlad instead of having the pleasure of destroying Percy himself. He had warned him over 100 years ago to let it drop. That whatever he had in his mind was to be dropped. It was over; enough blood had been shed. Obviously, from everything he’d heard, Percy had not heeded his sire’s commands. Mehmet felt he was responsible, as he had sired him.
    Percy was rogue now. Out of control. This needed to end. He would not let anyone inside Castle Dracula become a victim to this vindictive SOB. That wasn’t going to happen. Mehmet had made a call immediately after leaving the castle to the one other being he knew would not fail his orders—Nico.
    Nico Angelov was a werewolf. He was the werewolf in the eastern part of Europe. He was the Alpha of Romania, and he owed Mehmet a favor. Today was the day he would cash in.
    As Mehmet stepped off the cobblestone road of the small village he’d been wandering in and into the pub, he immediately knew they had been there. He smelled the stench of him and it pissed him off even more. He spotted Nico in the far corner table, Mehmet approached carefully, Nico was never alone. Mehmet knew he would have guards in the pub.
    “Hello, Nico, my old friend.” He extended his hand and the werewolf graciously accepted.
    “Ah Mehmet, you old son of a bitch, what brings you to my neck of the world? Well, besides a very unexpected mating and even more shocking, the naming.”
    “Well, I see word travels fast. Yes, Lachlan took a mate. She’s lovely. I told him I wanted her, but no. He wouldn’t give her up.” The old Turk grinned.
    “I bet not. I hear she’s stunning. I’ll have to drop in and see for myself. So, you came for help with a certain vampire, did you?”
    Mehmet should have known. Nico would never miss a trick. He knew when any paranormal came into his territory. “Yes. Since you know, no need to go into the details.”
    Nico had such an evil grin. It rivaled Vlad’s.
    “Come, see what I have for you old friend.” Nico stood, and Mehmet followed him through a doorway concealed behind a curtain, down a dark corridor, and then down a set of stairs Mehmet was sure would give out under his weight. They stopped at a steel-reinforced door. Nico grinned like the cat that swallowed the canary. He swung open the door. There, chained to the wall, was a very bloody Percy.
    “What happened?” Mehmet needed an explanation for Vlad.
    “He tripped,” was all Nico would give him.
    “How are those holding him? They’re just steel.”
    “Oh, that’s the best part.” Nico reached for a syringe. “Liquid silver.”
    “Shit, Nico, you’re as sadistic as Vlad.”
    Nico just kept grinning.
    “Now we’re even. He’s all yours. Should we transport him to the castle?”
    “Yes, at once. I will notify the Prince.”
    And with that, Mehmet left and made his way back to his friends.
    Mehmet arrived before dawn and was greeted by Vlad and Lachlan.
    “Aye, Mehmet, did ye find anathing?”
    “Yes, dear friend. Did you come up with any leads for us?”
    Mehmet put up a hand to stop the barrage of questions coming from the two men. “When I left earlier, I put in a call to Nico.”
    Lachlan beat Vlad. “Nico Angelov? He’s such a sadistic fucker!”
    “Well yes, that’s true, but he’s also the best tracker in eastern Europe, so I thought we needed the help. He will arrive shortly to congratulate you… and for another piece of business.”
    A knock came a moment