By the time we hit the interstate, dawn is rising over the mountains in the distance and casting the desert in shades of amber and purple. I’m not wearing a watch, though it’s not like that’s ever stopped me. I can tell it’s that purple time of day where late night is bleeding into early morning, and the birdsong answering somewhere in the distance only cements my certainty.Once we reach empty road, we open the throttle and fly. We make it three miles before I start to breathe easier—five miles before I look in my rearview mirror and assure myself no one followed us. Maybe they were all knocked out or they were just too terrified to chase us when they woke up, I don’t know. But they let us go.Which is what a person should do when they’re facing a threat they don’t understand. Like Kian said, something that could eat them. Historically, humans didn’t make the best decisions.I cling to the handlebars with adrenaline still pumping through my veins. As far as I know, we don’t have a pl
I hover on the edge of unconsciousness. There’s nothing but darkness around me, and the distinct feeling that I’ve detached from my body completely. Tires screech nearby, though I think the sound should be louder. It’s like it’s coming from the end of a long tunnel that I can’t access. Then, the muffled sound of pounding footsteps and raised voices.“She’s got a pulse,” someone says faintly. It almost sounds like Kian, but there’s no way he’d ever have that much concern in his voice over me.“Broken rib,” Frost says. “Her arm’s injured as well. Possibly a concussion.”Malix snarls. “Yes, thank you, captain obvious. I’m a little more concerned about the total body road rash.”Now I know I’m not imagining the worry in his tone.I claw my way back to consciousness, even though doing so tugs away the muted, muffled distortion of my senses. All the agony rolls right back over me, and sound returns much louder than it should be.I blink up at the circle of three faces hovering above me.“M
Kian’s declaration snaps me out of my daze—both the lingering arousal and the fuzziness in my head from the crash. The poison pain has faded again, but that attack did feel stronger and more intense than the first. It didn’t last as long, but it felt like I was dying.That alone makes me fear that Kian may be right.“Potion isn’t going to do us any good if it shattered during the crash,” I point out, a sick feeling settling in my stomach.Kian’s brow arches. “Come again?”“The potion. It was in my trunk. And that was…” I wave a hand, indicating the road and the crash. “That was a big boom.”“Fuck,” he growls, then stalks away from us back toward my bike.While Frost was coaching me through shifting, Kian must have walked down the road and retrieved my Ducati. It sits on the embankment behind their bikes, upright and with a working kickstand, but absolutely savaged by the wreck.Kian rips open the internal trunk with a bit more force than necessary, then digs around in my things before
We park at the back of the house next to one of those ridiculous wooden patios that has open beams instead of a damn roof. The kind of dumb rich person purchase that always makes me wonder if they’ve got brains at all. When I’m on a patio, I’d like to have some actual shade and some actual protection from the elements. How the hell are you supposed to drink a beer in the rain if it’s pouring right through the beams?Frost cuts the engine, then climbs off first and offers me a helping hand.I ignore it. No use letting the whole touchy-feely thing drag out.Kian walks up to the back door. It’s a verandah door—no deadbolt, just one of those curly handles that can be ripped right off by a shifter. Which is what he does, breaking the handle away from the doorframe, then shoving it open.“Guy left for work,” he says gruffly. “Suit and tie, probably heading for a nine-to-five somewhere. We’ll eat, get some rest, then keep moving before he gets home.”I limp into the living room, glancing aro
I wake up several hours later, groggy and disoriented from a daytime nap in a strange place.Sometime while I slept, the cat disappeared, and I must have looked cold because someone tossed a soft white blanket over me. I stretch beneath the cloud-like fabric, testing out all the aches and pains I fell asleep with. I’m sore—and probably will be for a few days—but I’m able to function.Not a bad thing, considering that if I were human, I’d probably be bound for the hospital. Possibly in a body bag.I swing my legs off the couch and rub the sleep from my eyes. By the look of the sunlight outside the bank of windows behind the couch, it’s early afternoon. There’s no immediate sign that my companions are around, and I have a brief moment of fear that they’ve left me. That they’ve set me up to lie here and sleep until the homeowner returns and catches me.But when I focus on listening to the quiet house, I hear low voices filtering into the room from down the hall. Shoving aside the blanket
Kian lifts his head and levels an irritated glare at me. “You got a better idea?”“You know I don’t,” I shoot back.He bares his teeth at me. “That’s what I thought.”And just like that, the little bit of warmth I had for him after he tended my wounds fades.Fucker.Just before three, we help ourselves to some supplies from the house, then head out to get started on the questioning.It’s not my favorite plan, but like Kian so eloquently pointed out, it’s our only plan.There isn’t much to the downtown area. It’s a larger place than the nowhere-ville that Erik lived in, but it’s not as big as Oscura. We park our bikes in a small grocery store parking lot then take off on foot, but it becomes clear pretty fast that there isn’t a lot of foot traffic on the sidewalks.“If all else fails,” Kian says, “we could go into some of the shops.”Frost holds up a hand, shaking his head “Cameras. We’d get caught on record.”Kian rolls his eyes. “You think any place in this podunk town has security c
It takes three random civilians before we find someone who can tell us where to find Crazy Harry.The answer leads us to a small park on the outskirts of town. An old rusted swing set, a scorching metal slide, and a precarious-looking wooden seesaw sit just beyond the park sign. A small group of young evergreens huddle around a man-made pond, where a lone figure stands tossing bread on the ground. Two ducks and three squirrels dart around the sparse grass at his feet, snatching up pieces as soon as they hit the dirt.We approach the old guy together. The three shifters flank me as if they’re afraid to let me get too close to Crazy Harry without them there to buffer. It’s another strangely possessive gesture that makes me feel like I don’t know what twilight zone I’m living in.We stop a few feet to the old guy’s left, on the banks of the pond. He’s a grizzled old man with a giant nose covered in broken blood vessels and a beard that forms a point over his skinny, sunken chest. He’s we
He cackles and dances away, holding up both hands in supplication. The fear I saw earlier returns to his eyes, and I start to think he really must be a little unbalanced if he thinks it’s smart to play with fire like this. He knows we’re shifters, and even if he doesn’t know that the men are something even more powerful and dangerous than that, he should think twice about pissing off three wolves.“It was a joke!” he insists quickly. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry!”Kian snarls and snatches at Harry’s tank top, pulling him up to his tiptoes. “You want to discuss payment? How about we let you live? Is that good enough for you?”“Kian,” I bite out, a warning in my voice. “Put the crazy man down.”He bares his teeth at me. “Not until he tells us what we need to know.”Sighing, I dig into my back pocket for my wallet and open it to take inventory of the contents. “All right, old man. I’ve got fifty bucks. Will that work?”Crazy Harry grins at me over Kian’s arm, his weight dangling from his shirt.