“But you weren’t?” Ezra asked, and his stance grew more rigid. Leif shrugged in response and lowered his eyes to the ground. “Is that why you stayed behind? To see if we came back?”

“Maybe,” Leif said, then quickly added, “But not like you think.”

“You don’t know what I think,” Ezra said evenly.

Leif shifted and looked at the moon again. Rubbing his arm, he looked like he wanted to say but couldn’t find the words.

“You’re after Peter, aren’t you?” Leif asked, and I stiffened. “I’m not out to get him. He killed my brother, but it was self-defense. Krist had a temper and…

“Peter had no business being here,” Leif went on. “He was ‘trying out’ for the pack, but that’s not how it works. Gunnar put him through all these tests, and Krist was one of them. But Peter started winning…” He looked apologetic, his eyes wide and sincere. “It wasn’t fair what they did to him. What they’re still doing to him.”

“Still?” The fear in Ezra’s voice made me wince.

My head swam with images, and Ezra had seen far worse than I had. He knew what true torture could be for a vampire.

“He’s alive. He’s okay.” Leif’s voice cracked on the last word.

“What are they doing? Where is he?” Ezra demanded in a low growl, and Leif shrunk back. Any pretense that Ezra had of submitting to the lycans was over.

I didn’t think scaring Leif worked to our benefit, so I put a hand on Ezra’s arm. Reluctantly, he responded and took a step back. Leif nodded his appreciation and stood up taller.

“I don’t know exactly,” Leif said. “They’ve been hunting him.”

“He’s in Sweden?” I raised an eyebrow.

“No, he’s still here,” Leif shook his head. “The pack is in Sweden.”

“I don’t understand. Why is he still here? If they’re gone, why didn’t he just come home?” I asked, and Leif and Ezra exchanged a look. “What? Why won’t Peter leave?” I looked at Ezra since Leif didn’t answer.

“Us,” Ezra said thickly. “The pack will track him if he leaves and follow him back to us.”

“If they’re so good at tracking, then why haven’t they killed him yet?” I asked, ignoring the implications.

If they could follow him across the Atlantic, then they could find one vampire in their own territory. Why would they leave him alive, especially after all this time?

“They like to play with their food,” Ezra said, and Leif looked at the ground. “They want him to wait in fear, wondering when they’re going to strike, jumping at every noise. Eventually, he’ll either go mad or come home, which is a prize itself.”

“What are you talking about?” I asked as nausea welled up inside me.

“Why don’t you explain it to her?” Ezra growled at Leif.

“It’s not my idea.” Leif looked ashamed. “I’m here, telling you this, at risk to myself.”

“You didn’t do anything to stop it, did you?” Ezra took several steps toward him. This time, Leif didn’t back down. “You wouldn’t have said anything to us if you hadn’t seen us.”

“I couldn’t stop it! I can’t go up against them.” Leif shook his head. “This is my pack. Peter’s just a stupid, arrogant…”

Leif rubbed his neck, and Ezra sighed, repressing his urge to fight him. Regardless of what Leif had or hadn’t done, he was the only one trying to help now. If we were going to find Peter, he’d be our best bet.

“I still don’t understand what you want with keeping Peter alive,” I said.

“Peter has a death wish, otherwise he wouldn’t be here,” Leif explained. “Killing him would give him satisfaction, and they want him to suffer. They’ll make him watch as they kill everything he cares about. That’s his real punishment. Gunnar won’t even kill him in the end, because sometimes, living forever is worse.”

Jack, Milo, and Mae were sitting at home, alone, unguarded. Ezra and Peter were here, thousands of miles away from them. A cold shudder ran through me.

“Are you sure the pack’s in Sweden?” I asked, hearing my voice tremble. “They didn’t go anywhere else?” Ezra caught onto what I was saying and narrowed his eyes at Leif.

“Yeah, I’m sure,” Leif looked bewildered, but then it dawned him. “No! They didn’t think you had anything to do with Peter. If they did, they would’ve killed you already, and left your bodies for him to find.”

“We need to get out of here,” I said. Even if he was telling the truth, the thought had been put in my head, and I was desperate to see Jack, to know he was safe.

“Where is Peter?” Ezra asked.

“I can tell you the area he’s in, but I can’t take you there,” Leif said. “They’ll smell my scent mixed with yours, leading you to him.”

“Where is he?” Ezra repeated.

“He’s about a kilometer and a half east, past a small lake. He’s been hiding in a little cave in the ground.” Leif pointed in the direction he’d told us, the direction he’d been walking from.

Without waiting for me, Ezra raced towards Peter. I knew I’d have to rush to keep up with him, but I paused. Leif looked so apologetic and forlorn, I couldn’t help but feel drawn to him.