Emily sat in her car outside of the warehouse and clasped her hands together to steady them. She was terrified but determined. It was a chilly autumn day, and the small trees that lined the road had lost most of their leaves as they prepared for winter, giving them a somewhat skeletal aura. Above, gray skies stretched out, blotting the sun in a heavy weight of dreariness. It mirrored her mood nicely.
At another time, what seemed like a lifetime ago, she’d loved the fall. Colors, crunchy leaves, and the hint of warm apple cider in the air had always filled her with a sense of happiness. Of contentment.
Now, in this place so far from home, it was just a cold reminder of hard months ahead.
Any minute the warehouse employees would be leaving the building, and she was going to confront him. She'd never seen him in person, but the passenger seat of her car was littered with pictures and documents from a private investigator she'd hired six months ago when her sister suddenly disappeared. He'd been expensive, but finding Amber was worth any price.
She hadn't ended up with as many details as she'd hoped for, though, since he'd just up and disappeared one day, as well.
While not as well-informed as she'd hoped to be when the investigator vanished, she was able to use the information he'd already supplied to pick up the trail right where he left off. His last batch of pictures had contained several shots of her missing sister, proof positive Amber was still alive, and a single five-by-seven of the man who had her. Enclosed was a two-page letter Emily had first thought to be a tasteless joke.
It read like the rambling of a madman. One word recurred again and again in excited print.
Werewolf.
On the day he was supposed to call and give her an update, she'd been waiting by the phone, ready to blister his ears and demand her money back. How dare he blame her sister's disappearance on his delusional fantasies?!
But the call never came.
It was only a few days later when she'd been politely excused from two different police stations. As soon as the officers pulled Amber's information and saw her sordid history, they shrugged off her disappearance, saying she’d likely run off with the man in the photo and there was simply nothing to indicate otherwise. Then, in a round-about-way, informed Emily she was better off to let it go and move on with her own life. Unfortunately, the local police knew Amber.
Well.
They also knew this wasn’t her first disappearance. But Emily couldn't just walk away and move on. While her relationship with her sister was strained, to say the least, Amber was the only family Emily had left since their mother passed a few years ago, leaving her two daughters all that remained of their little family.
A few days after her ill-fated attempt to contact authorities, Emily got her first glimpse of the monster the investigator had warned her about. It was a night she'd never forget. She bore the deep grooves on her arm from the beast's claws for weeks after the attack. The human man with the creature had claimed it was a warning to let it go and leave it alone.
Idiots.
It was the attack that made her finally believe the investigator and spurred her to start doing her own research. Months later, the research had led her here, to this quiet small-town street in Maine.
Now she was waiting for the pack leader to leave work so she could follow him home and hopefully find Amber. She'd stared at the picture of him so many times in the past months, his face haunted her dreams. She'd know him anywhere.
When the whistle that announced quitting time finally blew, her heart seemed to grow cold with nervous excitement. She slumped down in her seat to avoid notice as the workers began to file through the door and scatter into the parking lot. She paid no attention to them, because the moment he walked through the door, she locked onto him like a radar. Nothing could break her focus.
She was surprised her hot stare didn't burn a hole in the side of his head as he walked along the sidewalk that hugged the building and headed to his car.
She had a moment of panic when he stopped suddenly and looked around, then tipped his head up and seemed to take in a deep breath.
Smelling, no doubt.
He was a hunter, and something had clearly triggered his instincts. That she knew it was her while he didn't, gave her a small thrill of satisfaction. His behavior only lasted a moment. Not long enough to be noticed by anyone around him. He seemed to dismiss it and headed for his truck.
Emily waited as the old pickup pulled past her before she started her car. She wouldn't have much trouble following it, since it was white with a big orange stripe down the side and something in the engine knocked loudly.
Using the rush of workers as cover, she pulled into the flow of traffic almost a block behind him. She was comfortably hidden by the vehicles through town, but every few blocks, more people turned down side streets, slowly dwindling her cover until there was no one left to act as a buffer.
His blinker indicated a left turn onto a country road, and Emily quickly decided to go straight through the four-way stop instead of following him directly.
She was so close.
She crossed through the intersection and turned her car back around as soon as he was out of sight. With a deep breath to calm her jangling nerves, she turned onto the country road he'd taken and began to follow the cloud of dust left in the wake of the ancient truck.
It was even easier than she expected since the old gravel road gave her nearly half a mile worth of dust cloud, which was plenty of distance to go unnoticed and acted as a perfect cover. It wasn't a long drive, maybe fifteen minutes at most, but it seemed like forever to her.
She passed by the property he pulled into without even slowing down. It only took a glance for her to mentally map out the lay of the land. Two buildings stood apart by maybe two hundred feet. One was an old farm-style house; run down with peeling paint and at least one broken window covered with plywood. The other structure looked like a large yellow workshop-style metal building. It appeared much newer than the house itself and was in better repair.
What worried her was the number of vehicles in the driveway. Counting the old truck she followed, there were five in total. The number suggested there might be a lot more people there than she was prepared for.
Her original plan was to wait until tomorrow, when he’d be back at work and Amber might be alone. But with so many vehicles present, she had to rethink quickly. Either something was happening—which certainly didn’t bode well for Amber—or there were always people there.
In case it was the former, she decided to go ahead and get Amber out today, now, before it was too late. If she made it this far and got this close, only to have Amber die at the hands of her captor on the eve of her rescue, she’d never be able to live with herself. If her sister was in that house, she was either going to get her out tonight or die trying.
Just under a mile from the property, she pulled her rented car onto a service road and parked. She saved the address on her phone and turned it to silent before she slid it into her back pocket, then closed her eyes for a moment to gather her courage. Nothing was going to stop her from finding Amber. Since the police had already proven they had no intention of helping, she was on her own.
Her new plan was simple. Find Amber and get them both out undetected. She had no delusions of grandeur. It wasn’t like she was She-Man the Warrior Woman. She tipped the scale at a whopping one hundred and forty pounds—much of it muscle, she told herself firmly—and she had no chance of taking on a werewolf, though she had come prepared, just in case.
She opened her eyes, pulled her gun out of the glovebox, and slid it into the waistband of her pants. In her front pocket was a gaudy silver cross necklace covered in rhinestones of all colors, and her other pocket held an extra clip of silver bullets. She'd acquired a small bullet-loading machine to design her own ammunition and made a surplus in preparation.
When she had everything she thought she might need, she took a final deep, resolved breath and left the relative safety of her car. It was only a few steps to cross the road and get into the line of trees on the other side. It wouldn't do for her to come walking up the road and give them plenty of time to prepare for her arrival.
With luck, she could sneak up to the house and look in the windows unnoticed until she found Amber, then smuggle her out with no one the wiser.
Maybe extra people were a good thing, she decided while she made her way toward the house. Maybe it would keep Amber's captor distracted while she mounted a rescue.
If the car ride following the leader had seemed long, the walk toward the house seemed like eternity. Every breaking twig, every movement from the corner of her eye put her more and more on edge until she was such a tight bundle of nerves that if a butterfly brushed her arm, she might just scream in terror.
Somewhere, she'd heard that real courage meant being afraid and doing something anyway. With that in mind, she decided she was the bravest woman on the planet. Now, if she could just get her knees to stop knocking, she might be able to sell herself a little more on her courage.
With trembling fingers, she touched the gun in her waistband. The metal was cold and comforting. A class on firearms and countless hours at the range meant she knew how to use it. She wasn’t helpless.
She pressed her back against the rough bark of a tree and took a few deep breaths to slow the rapid rhythm of her heart. Once she felt her nerve was a little more steeled, she searched the house across from her.
No movement indicated alarm. A window sat facing her. It was as good a place to start as any. Head down in determination, she pushed off from the tree and headed toward that window at a dead run. When she arrived at her destination, she didn't even pause to breathe. Who needed to breathe with so much fear in their veins?
She stood on tiptoes and peered into the room. It was a dark space with very little furniture. There was a bed with a bare mattress in poor repair in one corner and a plastic dresser beside it. No sign of Amber.
A quick look around showed no sign of anyone coming her way. She slid down the house to the next window and found a similar empty space, then the next one. She waited beside the glass for a moment, straining to hear any sound from the room.
There was something. It was a sound she couldn't quite place. Not a voice, exactly, but a soft whimper came again and again. A thrill of recognition ran through her.
Amber.
Emily slowly leaned over just far enough to see in the room. It was furnished much like the other ones had been; with sparse, cheap furniture. On the bed, she could make out a shape that could only be her missing sister.
She tapped on the window, trying to get Amber’s attention. But the figure never moved. Thinking she may have been drugged, Emily tried the window. It was old, with years of paint layers holding the frame in place. After a few fruitless attempts, she painstakingly used the corner of her cross to free the window enough for her frantic fingers to push it open.
It didn't open quietly, however.
Giving a screech that sounded louder than a gunshot to Emily's ears, the window reluctantly slid on the track. She didn't consider the danger as she wriggled through the small opening. Not until her feet hit the uneven wooden floor and a hand clamped around her mouth from behind.
William sat at the butcher-block table in the small kitchen of the house he shared with Paoli. He stared at the paper before him—scripted in Paoli’s neat handwriting—with open surprise. On the page was a single name and species along with location.“Are you sure this is right?” William frowned at the paper.“It’s right,” Paoli confirmed without even glancing at him on his way past.“When was the last time we had a female werewolf?” William raised a skeptical brow and his gaze followed Paoli around the table.“It’s rare they’re marked," Paoli agreed. "But it happens.”He took the chair across from William and propped his bare feet on the edge of the table for no reason other than it bugged William.Paoli was one of the oldest vampires William had ever met, and by far the least conspicuous. He stood only about an inch shorter than William was himself, whi
Emily was doomed. She was aware of the fact with a quiet acceptance, and surprisingly enough, it left her with no fear. The man who'd grabbed her when she managed to get into the room with Amber was named Brian. He was the one she'd followed here, to her place of doom.He was also the one who held her now, and had pulled her so close to his face, the acrid stench of his unwashed body and bacteria-laden breath assaulted her nose. She met his turbulent gaze levelly, refusing to be cowed by him. If she was to die at his hands, she'd do it with a brave face.If she had just a pinch more courage, she would have spit at him. But evidently, her courage tapped out after one yell of 'let me go'. Now the best she could manage was a level stare.Oh well, she decided. At least he wouldn't get the satisfaction of seeing her crumble at his feet in terror. It may have been a minor victory, but
Emily gripped with her knees and buried one hand deep into the thick pelt to keep herself from falling off. Her other hand was clamped around Amber's ever-changing waist in a desperate effort to keep her upright so Emily could use her body as a brace. It was sort of like the world's most dangerous juggling act, with the threat of certain death if any of her body parts gave out too soon.Her thighs began to shake with the effort of holding on, but the sound of howls closing in as the wolves gave chase seemed to lend her exhausted muscles the strength she needed. When the massive wolf came to a sudden halt, she nearly flipped over his head. She was only saved by the appearance of strong hands on her waist. She jerked away in surprise and turned to find the blond man standing beside her, a man again.With reluctance and a wary look, she allowed him to pull Amber down. It was only when she saw him move toward it that she realized they were stan
Emily had read everything she could get her hands on about the world her sister disappeared into in the months she'd been missing. While perhaps not a full-blown expert, not a lot of people knew as much about the legendary creatures of the night as she did. Therefore, as soon as her mind cleared, she knew exactly what had been done to her.She'd been enthralled.By a vampire.They were the only creatures capable of such an act.She'd been right about Paoli.He was an honest-to-God blood sucking vampire.Not really alive, but not dead.He was undead.There was no telling how many innocent people he'd killed.Well, she wasn’t about to be added to his numbers. She jerked the gaudy silver cross from her pocket and shoved it against his forehead.Paoli let out a howl of shock and pain. His face contorted demonically; his features twisting into a horrifying mask. He was no longer remotely handsome. Instea
William leaned against the door with his head near the partially open window for the last part of the drive. His body hadn't fully cooled from having Emily in his arms and the wind helped to dilute her scent somewhat.He breathed a sigh of relief when he finally pulled into the garage and got out of the car.Emily got out, looked around, and gave him a look of surprise from across the car roof.For the briefest of seconds, her surprise puzzled him. Then it dawned on him and he gave her knowing smile as he closed his door. "Were you expecting something else?" He quirked one teasing brow.Emily froze.She didn't want to offend them.Again.But she hadn't covered her surprise well enough, and it was too late to deny it. "Yes, actually," she admitted. "Like castles and moat
William led her to the spare room, trying to keep his mind clear of the images it seemed determined to show him.Emily followed him around the space, politely nodding while he familiarized her with the room and attached bathroom in the corner.He was not picturing her within the shower; naked and soapy.He was not.A sudden dry lump formed in his throat and he swallowed hard. With more speed than courtesy, he indicated fresh shirts in the drawer and left the room as quickly as possible. Being alone in a bedroom while not touching her was torture, and he didn't want to push his shaky control too far.He closed the door behind him and found Paoli waiting in the hall, his expression uncharacteristically serious. "We need to talk," he said solemnly.A glance toward Amber's room showed a wind chime on the knob of the closed door. It was low-tech but they'd hear the sound in a dead sleep. Satisfied, William followed Paoli silently down th
Emily woke much earlier than usual, feeling trapped and claustrophobic. She made her way to the bathroom and splashed cold water on her face, then noticed her reflection looked as exhausted as she felt. Her eyes were bleary with dark patches beneath them and her skin was much paler than normal, which gave her an unpleasant pause.How sure was she that no one was feeding on her? She leaned forward, checking her throat carefully in the mirror. There didn't appear to be any bite marks, and the cross was still protectively around her neck, which made her feel better.Somewhat.Cautiously satisfied she was simply suffering from sleeplessness, she got dressed in last night's clothes. What she needed was some space and fresh air to settle herself. Her nerves weren't about to let her get more sleep, and she felt like a caged animal in her room. After a long moment's indecision, she
“What have you done!?" screamed a shrill, angry voice.The blood-curdling sound woke everyone at once, followed by the loud jangle of wind chimes as the bedroom door was jerked open.Emily leapt from her bed—instantly wide awake, and rushed toward Amber's room, her heart in her throat. She hadn't made it two steps when she heard a dangerous growl. William stepped out from the doorway of his own room to block her path. Before she could open her mouth to demand he move, Paoli was lifting a kicking and fighting Amber into his arms further down the corridor.Paoli carried her back into the room and left Emily alone in the hall with William.William's feet and chest were bare again. His eyes were sparkling a predatory gold as they fixed on her, unblinking.She took a step away from him, uncertain.William noticed her unease. It did nothing to cool his mood. He'd fallen asleep with his body on fire after spending the day in a car with
"What do you suppose is the significance of what we've just done?" Empusa asked when the group gathered in Paoli's room. Empusa was lounging casually on the bed with his legs crossed at the ankles and his hands folded behind his head, looking for all the world like a man without a care."You're the expert on blood binding around here. You tell us," Paoli returned. "My only experience with blood bonds had proven to be questionable at best. Maybe I did it wrong." He shrugged carelessly, but his face suddenly looked concerned.Empusa gave him a wide-eyed look of surprise. "I'm a wolf with understanding of pack ties. Here in the Coven, I was a spy to watch Lycaon and report to the committee. I don’t know anything about parchment agreements and blood contracts. That's more in your wheelhouse, being a vampire and all," he said.Sekhmet came into the room with a rosy glow on his cheeks.Paoli narrowed his eyes at him.Sekhmet grinned in return. "Don
William and Emily stood side by side before the committee. Paoli stood on William's other side, and Sekhmet and Empusa flanked the group. They presented a united front of strength and power.William was proud to stand, surrounded by his people.No matter that some of them had come to him at the behest of the committee itself. They were his now, with blood bonds to unite them, and that was all that really mattered in the end.Unconsciously, he felt for the people connected to him and found some comfort in his ability to do so. He could feel the nervousness and turmoil of each person. Without giving it a thought, he sent them strength.It was amazing the satisfaction he felt as the posture of each of his people relax almost imperceptibly. It was only seen as the set of their shoulders relaxed the slightest bit.It was enough.He'd done what he co
Empusa showed them into a room that was much smaller and less decorated than the one they'd enjoyed on their previous stay.Guard quarters, William realized.The furniture was much the same type; with a decent-sized bed in the center of the room and a small table in the corner. It was just less decorative and more utilitarian. His nose told him the room was clean, though, and that was good enough."My quarters are right across the hall. I'm going to grab some sleep, so I'll be easy to find if you need me," Empusa said."With everything going on around here, it's probably a good idea if we stick together and don't wonder the castle alone," William said."That's my thought, as well," Empusa agreed easily. "Sekhmet and Paoli will come and get us when they rise, and we can go to the committee as a united pack.""A flock," Emily corrected.Empusa gave her an exaggerated wince and a smile. "I am not part of a flock," he said with m
After a long night of flying, the five of them landed outside of the castle on the same runway they'd used to escape only a few weeks before.The irony of that fact was not lost on Emily. A part of her was expecting to see Lycaon and a whole army waiting for them in a twisted trap. But all that awaited them were two ornate crates that looked as though they belonged in a museum of ancient artifacts.Emily gave William a questioning look when she noticed the men loading them into the back of the plane."It's daytime," William said in answer to her silent question. "They'll get Paoli and Sekhmet to the castle safely."She eyed the strangers speculatively, uncertain if they could be trusted with the two vampires while they slept. Or while they were dead for the day, which she didn't like to even consider. As far as she was concerned, they were asleep; no matter what Sekhmet said. She had not just been in a little airplane with two dead guys.I
Emily sat on one of the bench seats on the bus, feeling fully satiated. After they'd arrived at the small campground, the three wolves had taken to the wooded area that hugged the little clearing and gone hunting. It was Emily's first hunt as a wolf, and it had been absolutely thrilling. Together, they brought down a buck that seemed huge to her, but she was later informed it was at best medium-sized.She would never have guessed how satisfying it would be to use her new big teeth –the better to eat you with, my deer, she thought with a chuckle to herself at her own play on words—to tear apart a carcass, still flanked protectively by the two males.After the hunt, both William and Empusa showered in the RV that she would not go back into for any reason and joined her on the bus to wait for their vampire compatriots to rise for the long evening ahead.Now she sat between William and Paoli, across from Empusa and Sekhmet, and even wit
Emily sat in the cage in her wolf form and glared at the wolves around her. All seven of them were in human form, but there was no mistaking their scent. Thanks to Williams' training, she'd learned to discern many scents.Werewolf was an easy one.Interestingly enough, most of them looked at her with wariness and kept a good distance between themselves and her, especially after she'd nearly torn out the throat of the wolf who stuck her in this damned cage in the first place.It gave her some satisfaction to see the fear in their eyes. Part of it was fear of her; of her sheer size since most wolves were about twice the size of an ordinary timber wolf, while she was nearly three times that and winged; a condition unique to her if Paoli was to be believed; but most of it was their fear of William, she thought.They knew he'd be enraged and hunting them. Everyone was afraid of William, even under the best of circumstances. If he caught them before they got wh
William flew through the hotel door like a possessed thing and found exactly what he feared.Nothing.For a long moment, icy rage seemed to blot out his vision and his wolf very nearly took control. The wolf wanted to rend and howl and tear the entire hotel to the ground.He fought back the beast, determined to remain in control. He needed to think, to come up with a plan. His wolf wasn't helping. If ever he needed a clear head, this was the time.His teeth snapped together in frustrated fury and he tried to calm himself. With his eyes closed, he took a deep breath and let it out slowly to center his thoughts. Once he had some semblance of control, he began to smell the room, trying to catch the scent, some clue of what had happened.It was difficult since it was a hotel and there were so many different smells to sift through. Amber and Emily's scents were easy to find, but he couldn't locate Lycaon's. Maybe he hadn't come here at all. Or maybe he'
With Emily safely settled away from the house, the men prepared for battle. They packed the blood mobile and made plans. Then they each took up a post to wait. Dawn was only a couple of hours away. If the attack came tonight, it needed to come before then. As Paoli said, it was possible they planned to wait until tomorrow during the day. If so, they'd be long gone because William wasn't waiting around after dawn. He was good in battle, but not take-on-twenty-werewolves-single-handed good.While it hurt Paoli to leave his little bookstore again, he'd reopen in a new location when things got a little more back to normal.For William, the situation was much more dangerous. His wolf was a natural hunter. Even though he made sure to run at least once during the week of the full moon to chase rabbits and deer, it wasn't nearly as satisfying as tearing apart a humanoid creature. He had a long history of losing control and going on what Paoli referred to as 'benders', though h
A cool numbness spread over Emily at his words. She braced herself for the pain of her sister's hatred, but it never came. After so many years of dealing with the pain, it was almost alarming that it was simply gone.She looked around the room carefully; taking in William's carefully controlled expression, and to Paoli; who had a very animated face beneath his long, dark blond hair that was almost always tied at the back of his neck, and even to Sekhmet.It dawned on her at last. As dark and just plain weird as her life may have become, this was where she belonged. She was loved and protected and accepted, just as she was. Flawed and weak though she may be at times; these men would stand with her eternally. It was a humbling certainty.Amber had long ago walked away from her; despising her ability to move on after their mother's death, she thought. Over the years, it had slowly become something stronger and more destructive. Hate. It wasn't until the day in Lyca