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6: Unintended

Author: Kristen Lee
last update Last Updated: 2020-09-25 12:58:32

Ian    

The faintest hint of dawn is in the air when I wake, curled around Darby at the foot of the armoire. I lay there, breathing in the sweet scent of early-morning dew, watching as the night sky softens and listen as the first birds trill their morning songs across the flower-dotted meadow.

Burying my nose in Darby’s hair, I inhale, loving that the smell of me is overlaid on her florally sweet female fragrance. She smells like sex.

Her sex. And my sex. Our sex. My mate. Mine.

I inhale again, finding a soft musk lingers too—the odor of her heat—and my cock stirs, instantly ready for service.

Down, boy. She needs her rest.

And probably some food.

Careful not to disturb her, I roll into a crouch, then scoop her up in my arms and carry her to her bed. I debate for a moment, watching her sleep. Food first? Or bath?

I hear my wolf half grumbling something to himself about fucking the shit out of her and the word idiot.

He might have a point.

In most shifter females, heat and its respective increase in fertility occurs no more than a few times each year and lasts perhaps a week, sometimes less. The drive to procreate skyrockets during it. For were-were pairings, that means nothing but sex until either the female of the pair is pregnant, or the heat ends.

Or the male dies trying.

I’ve never heard of that happening though. We’re hardy stock and going days without food and minimal sleep to satisfy our mate’s desire is hardwired.

Darby isn’t a were though. And what was left of the woman who slid down the front of the armoire with me an hour ago, was utterly exhausted from all the climaxes I dragged out of her.

She needs meat.

You heard Tessa. She doesn’t eat meat. She’s fae.

You saw her mouth on your cock. She eats meat, just not animals.

That’s crass, wolf. Don’t be a pig.

She only slept for a few hours after healing Ivan, so I don’t know how long she’ll sleep now. And once she’s awake again, it’s go big or go home time. So I’ll get her some food and if she’s still sleeping, I’ll give her a bath. And if she’s still sleeping, I’ll wake her up and feed her, then fuck her into exhaustion again.

I like this plan.

I’m pretty proud of it myself.

The other bedroom is empty when I leave Darby’s room, and I wonder where Jack is until I get down the stairs. I find him sleeping, flopped over a chair that’s too small for him with his feet propped on a coffee table, and Tessa curled over his lap like a blanket.

Kicking his feet off the table, I growl, “Get your feet off her furniture.”

Jack jerks awake when his heels hit the floor. His reflex response is to catch at Tessa, but she’s sleeping soundly and isn’t displaced or even awakened. “What the hell, Ian? Don’t be a dick! I just got to sleep and I might’ve dropped Tessa.”

“If you slept in on a piece of furniture that’s meant to be slept on, you might not have either problem.”

“I tried sleeping upstairs. Big bad Alpha banging that woman of yours so hard, her screaming’s giving me nightmares.”

With his brows arched, Jack stares up at me accusingly and I stare down at him unapologetically for a long minute.

Then a crooked grin spreads across his face and he holds up a fist, knuckles towards me. When I bump my knuckles against his, he asks excitedly, “Do we have alpha offspring yet?”

“If so, I can’t smell it.”

“Welp,” Jack brushes one palm across his knee, “Probably need a real man to take care of it. You’re lucky I’m around.”

“Don’t even think about it, Jack. She’s my mate and I’ll kill you if you touch her. I’m down here to get her some food.”

“Oh.” His lip curls up. “She’s one of the fragile ones, huh? She needs some meat.”

See? I told you.

I roll my eyes, shake my head. “She’s fae. Besides,” a smirk touches my lips, “she eats what food eats.”

Jack bursts out laughing. “Didn’t I tell you? Wolf tongue is a girl’s best friend. Aren’t you glad you have me around?”

“Yes, but not for your questionable sexual advice.” I turn towards the kitchen, then stop abruptly. “Where’s the stove? And the refrigerator?” I glance over my shoulder at Jack.

He rises, then gently sets the still sleeping Tessa in his spot on the chair. She promptly rolls onto her back, all four feet in the air and her pink belly up. “She’s so cute,” he chuckles, then marches past me. “There’s no stove here. Or refrigerator.”

He opens a narrow cupboard, the shelves inside lined neatly with baskets of fruits and vegetables, and points inside. “This is it. This is all I found. She might do some cooking over there on the fireplace.” He directs my attention to the hearth beyond the chair where Tessa’s sleeping. “There’s a few stoneware pots and that’s where I cooked the chunks of deer Tessa and I ate,” he explains. “But there’s no refrigerator.”

Leaving the pantry door open, he moves to the sink, waving me towards him. “You know what else is weird? There’s no metal anywhere but in her surgery, and even there, it’s all sheathed.” Jack flips up the wooden handle on the whittled spigot and water runs into the stone sink. “And look.” He opens another cupboard next to the sink. Inside, are a few stoneware plates and goblets and several glass stacking bowls. “Even here,” he finishes, opening a drawer and gesturing to the wooden utensils inside. “The few knives she has—the blades are all either some kind of stone, or they’re made out of glass.”

“Glass knives?”

“I’m not knocking ‘em. They’re sharp as all hell though this black stone, whatever it is, is even better. That’s what I used to carve the deer. There’s some cooked by the fireplace for you, by the way.” Jack closes the drawer and cupboard, then turns off the water. “There’s no metal anywhere else either. No screws or nails in the furniture. No metal hinges. I don’t know how the lights work without metal.”

“There’s a copper tub upstairs in Darby’s bathroom.”

Jack shrugs. “I didn’t check up there. I just peed outside in the orchard.”

I sigh in frustration.

“What? Tessa was doing it too.”

“You’ve been here less than twenty-four hours and you’re behaving like a savage.”

“Because I’m living like a savage. Who doesn’t have a refrigerator, Ian? It’s like the dark ages.”

“What about clothes?”

“No love there either. There’s a trunk upstairs full of children’s clothes. That’s all.”

I inhale deeply, liking that she’s prepared that way at least. “Okay. How’s Ivan?”

“Still asleep. I’ve changed the IV bag a couple times when it ran out.”

“He’s lost a lot of blood,” I say unnecessarily. “Speaking of which, nice job cleaning up. I appreciate it.”

“No problem, Alpha.” Jack waves my compliment away. “Not to dis on your faery, but we need to get Ivan back to Candlewood Hospital where he can get some real treatment.”

“I wouldn’t want to move him until he’s come around a bit. Right now, the best healer we’ve got is Darby.”

Darby? That’s her name?”

Jack’s tone earns him a glare. “Yeah,” I growl in warning. “Darby is your alpha’s mate and your future Luna’s name.”

“Okay, okay. Don’t get all touchy.” Jack turns and gets a plate out of the cupboard, handing it to me. “Best get her some food and get back to making alpha babies.”

**

Jack    

It’s marginally reassuring to me that Ian doesn’t freak out any more than that over the missing fridge and stove. It’s one of the things that makes him the Alpha he is—when shit gets weird, he rolls with the punches, dishing out better than he gets, but only if he has to.

It’s exceptionally reassuring to see him wolf down an entire deer haunch by himself, guzzle about six gallons of water, then carry a pitcher of some kind of nectar and a tray of washed fruit and vegetables up to his mate to get back to work making Candlewood’s future heirs.

“Thanks for the food, Jack. And for holding down the fort. Let me know if Ivan needs anything,” he says over his shoulder on the way to the stairs. “And stop peeing in the orchard. Use the bathroom like a civilized adult.”

I just laugh, scoop Tessa up and take my chair back before depositing her on my lap. She doesn’t even wake up. She’s so cute.

Ian’s a good man, and an incredible alpha. He’s my big brother. Plus he’s one of my best friends and I’m glad to see him happy. And finding his girl has been a long time coming, so I’m comfortable saying it’s not just me, but the whole pack anxiously awaiting the next generation of alpha babies.

I cross my ankles on the coffee table and tip my head back, confident I can run this show for the time being.

**

Darby    

I don’t know where this were gets the boundless energy that he has.

Really.

I know he hasn’t slept more than I have and I’m running on nothing but fumes. The sun is warm through the window, beating down on my skin when Ian wakes me again. He’s sitting on the side of the bed, tickling the seam between my lips with one wet finger he’s dipped in peach nectar.

Desperate for sustenance and the moisture, I suck his finger into my mouth and can’t help but sigh when the sweet liquid spreads across my tongue. “Mmmmm.”

When I open my eyes to ask for more, Ian’s are boring into my face watching my lips pulling greedily on his finger.

Oh, sweet goddess, no. He can’t possibly mean to have more sex. We’ve been at this for hours. The man is literally a fucking machine.

“Open.”

His command comes in that low, silky-sinister wolf voice I find so irresistible and I obey immediately, releasing his finger.

“Leave it open.”

Without taking his eyes off my mouth, Ian dips his finger in the nectar again and carefully brings another precariously trembling drop back over my awaiting tongue.

“All the way to the back of your throat this time.”

There’s an insane thrill to the power of this, knowing that just the sight and the feel of my mouth has this ferocious alpha were feeding me off his fingers also eating out of my hand. I do as he says though it’s no small task. His fingers are easily seven or eight inches from palm to fingertip, depending on which one he’s using, and about the girth of a cucumber or zucchini squash. He’s deep in the back and smiles lustfully when I swallow and the muscles of my throat constrict around his finger.

“Someday,” he says, and green and yellow flecks appear in his deep blue eyes, “I’m going to watch those juicy pixie lips of yours do this to my cock and you’ll swallow me down the same way, my love.”

Now that is a daunting thought. That monster between his legs is easily three, perhaps four, inches longer than his longest finger and at least double the girth. But I’ve no desire to arouse the wolf beast again until I’ve had some time to heal and learn more about how best to handle him. I choose my words carefully, move my head to get his finger out of my mouth. “While I would certainly love to, that generous of a helping might be a bit out of my range.”

“Not at all, my love. We’re mates. You’re made to take every part of me for your pleasure in the same way I’m made to give it. I’ll fit. All of me.”

This has gotten treacherous. Ian-wolf clearly has his own plans and I’m not betting I’ll get a say in them. “Ian.” I whisper the same way I did last time, calling the man from the wolf and praying it works again.

He leans forward and kisses my lips gently.

“You’re alright, baby. He doesn’t get to be alone with you again until we both trust him.”

Oh, now that’s reassuring. I’m positive the wolf half didn’t give either of us a choice last time he took control. As if he can read my thoughts, Ian smiles and his eyes have gone all blue again.

“Darby, I promise you you’re safe. I love you with all of my being, including the wolf half. I won’t hurt you again. Sit up now. I’ve brought you something to eat.”

I draw myself up against the headboard and Ian sets a heaping plate of my favorite foods in front of me, then climbs in and stretches out alongside, crossing his legs at the ankles.

“Ian, there’s no way I can eat all of this.”

“Eat. As much as you want. And drink the nectar. Although you’ll have to drink it out of the pitcher because I forgot a glass.”

His words make me giggle, and I tuck my hair behind my ear as I try to decide where to start. I freeze, give my long tresses a couple squeezes and look at Ian. “My hair is damp.”

“I gave you a bath.”

“You gave me a bath.”

“Yes, I just said that,” he chuckles.

“And you brought me food. How long was I out?”

“Couple hours at most.”

“How long did you sleep?”

He shrugs. “About half that.” A line forms between his brows. “Maybe I should have given you a cold shower to clear your head instead of trying to relax your body.”

I set the plate aside and turn towards Ian, my legs curled around me. “Are you trying to kill us both? Or just me? I’m sorry to be a disappointment to you, Ian. I’m afraid I’m not exactly at my best when I’ve been battling vampires and then spent several hours trying to heal the kind of wound your friend had. It takes a lot out of me.”

Ian laughs, taking the pitcher from the bedside table and handing it to me. “Drink. I’m not trying to kill either of us. Only making certain you’re comfortable and get what you need during your heat. What do you mean, the kind of wound my friend had? What kind of wound was that?”

I’m taking a deep drought from the pitcher when he so casually mentions the word ‘heat’ and I nearly spew peach nectar all over him. Coughing, I look at him again. “I beg your pardon. Did you refer to heat in the same sentence with me?”

“Yes, baby. You’re in heat—ovulating. I could smell it from the ridge when we came upon the valley yesterday. I’m making sure you get what you need going through it.”

“You could smell my ovulation?”

He’s entirely too amused by this conversation that completely appalls me. “I’ve been trying to tell you—I have a wolf’s sense of smell. Plus you’re my mate. But we all could smell you. Even Ivan in the state he was in.”

“Oh, sweet goddess. No wonder you’ve given me two baths.” Feeling nauseous, I search for a place to set the pitcher, grateful when Ian takes it from me.

“You smell nice, Darby. Enticing.”

He nuzzles my neck as he says it, and I feel faint and hot and the ache starts again in my womb. Ian’s been here less than a day and he knows my body better than I do.

“Try to eat.” He rights himself. “And tell me what kind of wound Ivan had. I know the arrow was silver tipped—all vamp arrows are when they’re messing with weres. And I remember you said it was yew. What’s yew?”

Selecting an apple from the pile of food on the plate, I take a bite, chew slowly and enjoy it with my eyes closed. When I open my eyes again, Ian’s looking at me like I’m his next meal, and I think I’d best get distracting him. “Yew is a shrub. In some parts of the world, it grows into a tree. All parts of it are poisonous, including the wood used for the arrow shaft. Is there something you’re not telling me about Ivan?”

Ian shrugs, with a little shake of his head. “He’s my Second. One of my best friends. Why?”

“That arrow was triple poison for a were. Yew shaft, silver tip, and it had a hex on it specific for weres.”

“A hex?” His brow furrows. “You’re sure?”

I arch a brow. “I do have a bit of skill with magic, Ian. In case it escaped you.”

“No. But specific for weres?”

I finish my apple and set the core aside. “Your species is not exactly my area of expertise, but I’m familiar enough to know that both the silver and the yew were intended to weaken you. That hex was to allow them to capture whoever it hit. So either there’s something special about Ivan. Or that arrow wasn’t intended for him, Alpha.”

**

Jack    

I get about three more hours of decent sleep before Ian gets back to work upstairs and it starts to get loud. I understand though. Men like feedback, and the kind she’s giving is the kind makes a man work to get more of. Plus I’m sure he’s got plenty of pent-up sexual energy since he’s been searching for her for so long.

I haven’t spent enough time with her to know what kind of Luna she’ll be, but the kind of racket she’s making is assurance enough that she’ll keep Ian happy. If she can do that, she’s earned her place as far as I’m concerned.

Plus, the rooms in the packhouse are all soundproofed. So once we’re home, she can scream herself hoarse.

There’s not much of this deer left, I tell Tessa after we finish breakfast.

That’s not my fault, triumvir. You explain it to the Alpha.

Negative. I’ll pass on that. What else can we rustle up out there in the forest?

Quail. Turkey. Rabbits. I always enjoyed chasing the rabbits myself. More of a challenge.

There’s a little bit of sadness in the way that she says it and I realize, at her age and with arthritic joints, her rabbit chasing days are long over. It’s a shame you’re not a were, Tessa. We could have a blast. Wait…

Tessa’s a domesticated dog, closer genetically to weres than the human mates some have turned.

Would you like to be a were?

That’s an odd question, triumvir. Being strong again would be nice. And having more years protecting Milady too. But I wouldn’t want the human half. Humans have a bad habit of unnecessarily complicating things.

I know, right? But if I give you were catalyst, it doesn’t give you a human half, it gives you a wolf half. And since you’re already descended of wolves, I think it’ll just make you feel better and give you some more of those years looking after your faery that you want.

How does it work?

Well, I’d have to bite you to get the catalyst into your blood. Then it does everything else.

Tessa tips her head to one side considering. It’s ridiculously cute and I want to cuddle her all over. She’s the kind of dog that makes me understand why humans have pets.

It sounds simple enough, triumvir. I’m sure Milady would say there’s more to it, then again, human halves do have a habit of complicating things.

I clap my hands then rub them together. All right. Let’s do this. How about we head out to the orchard so we can catch rabbits as soon as we’re done?

Tessa hobbles towards the door.

Want me to carry you?

Still no.

I can’t help but laugh. Now she’s cute and feisty. You sure?

Yes, triumvir.

I open the door and we make our way slowly across the lawn to the orchard gate. Hey, when you were talking about human halves, did you mean your lady is only half fae?

Yes. Full fae are tiny. Smaller even than me. Milady’s human half allows her to hide among humans.

That explains the chest of clothes I found upstairs, but why would she have faery clothes? Hide? What does she need to hide for if she can pass as human?

Milady is one of the Seven Keepers. A child of the Horned God and a Druid priestess. Her library is full of ancient wisdom and secrets she collects, so she must be able to move among humans, but also hide from those who seek what she has and wish to do harm.

Horned god, huh? Never mind—I don’t want to know. But you did say you haven’t seen another human since you were a pup.

Yes.

Seems to me she’s slacking.

Seems to me humans have no more wisdom worth collecting, Tessa retorts.

Good point.

When we get to the orchard, Tessa decides my were form is a bit intimidating. Which I can see. I wind up giving her the were catalyst with my human form. I’m still picking dog hair out of my teeth while her transformation takes place, but I don’t think it takes ten minutes for her eyes to clear. Then her coat thickens. And pretty soon she’s got the zoomies all over the orchard like a pup, her ears back and her tongue lolling happily.

The two of us are laying on the garden grass enjoying the sun when Darby tries to make her way downstairs and I hear Ian object.

Vehemently.

“Ivan doesn’t need anything, Darby. Jack or Tessa would have let us know if he did. Come back to bed.”

“He’s not Jack or Tessa’s patient. He’s mine, and I’m going to check on him.”

Two rabbits says she doesn’t make it downstairs.

You’re on. I’m going to enjoy watching your huge clumsy wolf chasing them through the underbrush, triumvir.

And just like that, I lose the bet. Because, in the end, Tessa may be younger than me in human years, but in dog years, she’s ancient and wise.

I leap to my feet and reach the kitchen the same time they do. I’m still naked of course and even though I’m one hundred percent sure she’s seen a whole lot of naked man in the last twenty-four hours, Darby huffs and covers her eyes with a hand. She faces Ian, realizes he’s followed her downstairs naked and huffs again.

“Why didn’t the two of you put on some clothes?”

“In case you hadn’t noticed, I’m 6’4 and Ian’s 6’6. The only clothes you have in the house are for toddlers,” I retort.

“They are not.” Darby stomps towards the stairs, stopping on the bottom step. “They’re spinner beetle silk. They size to the wearer.” Throwing a glare over her shoulder at Ian, she points at him and says determinedly, “You. Stay. Here,” then starts up the stairs.

“What’s a spinner beetle?” I ask and Ian just shrugs, a perplexed expression on his face.

A moment later four of the toddler boots clatter down the steps. Ian waits patiently, catching the rest of the clothes Darby throws down to him.

“Put those on.”

“Darby, baby, you have got to be kidding. There is no way in hell this is going to fit—.” As Ian’s debating her, he sticks one of his huge hands inside a shirt to demonstrate his point and sure as shit happens, it expands.

I burst out laughing and Ian throws me a glare, tossing a miniature

shirt and pair of pants at me.

“You thought they were kids’ clothes too.”

“I didn’t deny it.” I stoop, putting one foot into the pair of pants, amazed again when they expand. “There’s some freaky fucking shit in this faery house,” I mumble under my breath.

“Are you dressed yet?” Darby calls from upstairs.

I eyeball Ian as Darby starts down the stairs. “She seriously doesn’t have anything else? We look like we’re part of a Russian ballet troupe. This shit went out of style with Robin Hood.”

Then I see Darby’s face when she reaches the bottom stair and spies Ian. That come-hither look and smile she flashes him assures at least these pants get a permanent place in my barhopping wardrobe.

That same second, Tessa streaks in from the lawn, weaving and wagging among our legs. Darby kneels, tears standing in her eyes and pets her happy wiggling dog. “Look at you! You’re young! How did this happen?”

Tessa races back and forth across the short distance between me and Darby.

“How did you do that?”

I lean down to rub Tessa’s side. “I gave her were catalyst. She did great.”

“How did you know to do that?”

“I didn’t. We’re similar species. Made sense it would work.”

“You experimented on my dog? You could have killed her!” She turns on Ian. “He could have killed her!”

“Look who’s the whiny one.” I shrug, straightening to my full height over Darby. “She’s still alive.”

About ten seconds later than I should have shut my trap, that’s when shit gets unreal.

White hot

and glowing with Darby’s anger, a double pair of dragonfly lace actual wings erupt from her shoulders with a static snap. She’s not even moving them and convection is lifting her feet of the floor, her long loose hair standing out and writhing about her head with heat and static. The wind is swirling around in the kitchen, so hard lighter things are crashing to the floor, or floating around in it and the house feels like it’s shaking. Something vast and violent is uncoiling vengefully around us, filling up the empty spaces of small house.

Correction—not something. Someone. Darby’s rage is more than a simple emotion. It’s living—a presence, with consciousness, looking out through her almost glowing green eyes.

And locked on target.

Me.

My mouth falls open in shock. “Oh, fuck.”

Tessa backs away quickly. Run, triumvir! As fast as you can!

Before I can launch myself out the door, Ian steps between us so fast he’s a blur even to my eyes. His huge hands close around her upper arms and he shakes her, once, hard. “Darby! Stop that! He didn’t know, but he didn’t mean her harm.”

Her murderous firefly attention snaps up to his face almost mechanically. Ian’s eyes have gone deep purple, his concentration on her is so intense, but I doubt that’s going to be enough to stop her from frying me where I stand.

When she puts her hands against his chest to push him away, his two-hundred forty pounds slides back as easily as you’d push a piece of paper.

As if realizing there’s real danger, with were speed, Ian darts forward, wrapping his arms about her and crushing her against him, his mouth closing cruelly over hers.

**

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    Darby Nearly unbearable pain throbs in my leg, blood streaming down it and over Ian’s sleek coat. I’m grateful for his smooth gait, because I don’t think I could take the jarring otherwise, but nevertheless I shudder with relief when he halts at the packhouse.I don’t know where he learned to do it, but as Ian shifts, I wind up in his arms. Carrying me as easily as a beloved small child, he rushes up the steps just as the door opens from inside. Looking over his shoulder, I see a timber wolf position itself outside, guarding, and two leggy but more finely built tan and black ones start their shift.The desert pack brothers. I recognize the deep honey colored eyes, one of them boring directly into mine.“Townsend—.” Ian shouts, working his way around t

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  • Where Wild Things Roam   54: Postlude

    IanStanding at the bare office window in the temporary building housing me, Sean and our assistants, I stare unblinking even against the brightness, noting the construction crews’ progress clearing and rebuilding the Candlewood shops along the destroyed plaza. With the framing complete for the shops in the small notch where Suzanne’s boutique once stood, the contractors have started installing the building’s major systems, including plumbing pipes, electrical wiring and heating and cooling ducts. I cross my arms over my chest, pleased overall.Further around the plaza, crews are working on a new façade— the forties style diner storefront Darla and Joe have always wanted—and the Main street government offices like mine and Seans and Jack’s Security building will be restored to look as they did before. On the opposite side of the plaza, I see Charlie, dresse

  • Where Wild Things Roam   53: Afterward

    JackLili? Anna?We’re good here, lover. Anna took care of the vamps—did you know she can see when they port in?—and ten, maybe fifteen minutes ago, the zombies all evaporated in this reddish mist. The packhouse is brimming with people though. Townsend’s working his way around with first aid. What happened? Is it over?I think you could say that. Stooping, I pull a dazed and wobbly Leo to his feet. I’ll give you the details when we get home. “Fucking Christ!” Leo wipes a hand over his face, rubbing his eyes, and surveys the destruction of the plaza. “What the hell happened? We get hit with an intercontinental ballistic missile?”“Kinda.” Turning him towards the shallow depression where Darby still clings to Ian, Tessa sittin

  • Where Wild Things Roam   52: Shifting Tides

    CarsonWhen you’ve planned something out to the tiniest of details—using a fold, one the weres mistakenly failed to close, to march a massive contingent of hungry ferocious vampires into the snowy sleeping midst of your rival’s territory and cursing their own raised dead to send battling against them, then drink the blood of a god, becoming one yourself so you can take captive your rival’s reigning queen—to suddenly find yourself spectacularly upstaged after all that damn work, well, it grates on you.A lot.It was irritating enough when the Candlewood alpha made his grand entrance to my plaza mayhem by fucking dropping out of goddamned nowhere, pulverizing an entire building to absolute rubble, complete with rolling thunder and a superhero pose. But when he stands up buck naked, flaming like Lugh of the Long Arms himself, and strikes d

  • Where Wild Things Roam   51: Rising Waters

    Carson“Oh-ho-ho, yeah!” I chuckle-growl wickedly, stretching and looking from one hand to the other. Not that I needed to see it. I can definitely feel the power of a fae god pulsing inside me. There’ll be no wiping this smile off my face, that’s for sure. “Well, on to bigger things.”Reaching inside my leather duster, I draw out one of the iron cuff bracelets I’d used before on my lovely little princess. Nudging her father’s limp form with a toe, I roll him over and stooping, slip the iron cuff over his wrist, loving the sound of his weak groan. “You just wait right here, Dad, while I take care of your daughter.”I glance around the wrecked plaza as I make my way to the front steps of the hotel. The entire host—undead and were—have stopped what they’re doing and stare wide-eyed at me. Ex

  • Where Wild Things Roam   50: Invaders

    CarsonI’d have preferred launching a rapid assault into Candlewood to capture my lovely fae Luna while she was still in her grove. But if she and these filthy weres are going to make it difficult, then I can certainly adjust.I’m flexible and obliging that way.In fact, it might even be better. Because if I’ve got to march a vampire contingent through that boring little dump town to get her, I’m letting them loose to wreak havoc and tear it apart at the seams. Wipe those hairy were bastards off the face of the planet like that stupid slacker Cordelion was supposed to.Since it’s a land attack, I don’t have to contend with whatever that scary as hell sea monster thing was and Madame Soublet’s doing an admirable job keeping my snowy-haired necromancer kitten and her vampire-devouring smoke phantasm busy here in New Orleans.True, I’ve no real counters for the bird woman, or the nifty fiery fox the weres brought to Cordelion’s reservoir slaughter. Absent intelligence otherwise, I have to

  • Where Wild Things Roam   49: Deadly Tic-Tac-Toe

    JackAn anxious looking Dr. Myers is waiting outside Darby’s door when Sean and I arrive.“Good morning, Dr. Myers.”“Good morning, triumvirs.” She glances, nodding, to each of us in turn. “I assume you’re here to talk to the Luna as you’d previously mentioned.”“If we can.” There’s a faint hint of concern in Sean’s voice. “Is there something wrong?”“Not really, no.” Dr. Myers inhales deeply, then continues slowly. “The hospital’s staff psychologist has been in this morning already. It’s only been a few days and based on the Luna’s responses this morning, I don’t think we’re at therapeutic dose on the antidepressant yet. If you’re going to talk to her, I would ask that you do so gent

  • Where Wild Things Roam   48: Second Chances

    JackSo when’d you figure out you’re fae too, Tess? I blur along with her, about two seconds behind Leo with Darby, and with Sandy and Sean somewhere behind, undoubtedly arguing about why she went and did what she wanted after he told her not to. I’m sure I’ll get an earful for encouraging her later.What else can I do? Not like I could have stopped her.When you shouted that our Luna was walking out over the water. I thought to shift and break the window to escape the closed office. The thought was what broke the glass. And this—this—travel? You thought and it happened too?No. I could see how the lady triumvir did it when she carried you to the reservoir. So I followed. Fae are somewhat strange, are they not, triumvir? Wolves are much simpler.

  • Where Wild Things Roam   47: Desperate Measures

    CarsonIf I thought it sucked clawing and dragging my blackened flesh out of the scraping clinging earth, I was sorely mistaken.Compared to the blinding screaming pain of crumpling every severely damaged nerve against every inch of edgy crisped flesh into the smallest iota of space, then twisting and squeezing it through a port, crawling over frozen coarse loam and grit to lay in the snow was child’s play.When I come to, I have no clue how long I’ve been draped like a wet towel over the back of a Queen Anne wingback chair in the downstairs parlor. Just that the scratchy cotton-polyester upholstery I spent a small fortune for during the renovations here feels like I’m lying on ground glass.Ahhh, home.The scent of garden violas drifts on the mercifully warm moist air and from somewhere in the distance, the

  • Where Wild Things Roam   46: The Call

    Anna Jack’s arm tightens around me reflexively as I try to leave the bed. “Roll over, lover,” I whisper, pushing against him, and obliging even in his sleep, he does as he’s asked. His hand unconsciously seeks Lili as my replacement and he pulls her against him on the other side, allowing me to slip out. I kiss his temple, then hers.It doesn’t make any sense. I pad quietly to the French door that leads to the courtyard, ruminating. Then again, neither does what I’m about to do. I don’t know why, but it’s all I can think of since Ian’s funeral. Now that all the strangers have departed for their home territories, there’s time for me to pursue it.The bitter cold raises fierce gooseflesh over my entire body as I soon as I step outside and I shiver. Fighting th

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