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.
The trek to reach the Devil’s Teeth turns out to be a lot harder than it looked from the top of Black Mountain.We make it back down the mountain by sunset and find a place to camp for the night. I’m not bothered by the break—my body hasn’t fully bounced back from the poison attack, and I fall asleep the moment I curl up on a soft patch of grass.The morning of the third day, we set out through the series of dips, valleys, and smaller mountains that separate us from the Devil’s Teeth. We can no longer see the Teeth, since they’re well-hidden by the mountainous terrain, but at least we know where they are. For the first time since I agreed to a truce with these men, I can see an end in sight, and it is glorious.And, well, kinda sad, too, I think. The past week, for all its confusing ups and downs, has been a welcome respite from the endless monotony that my life has become over the past two and a half years.Even in wolf form, the going is tough, and it’s obvious that both Frost and I
Malix dives under, and I startle, looking around for him. Is he coming for me?I turn my back on the shore and wade a little further, only to realize it’s much too deep for me to touch here. I’m forced to go back a couple feet, only for Malix to surface right beside me.I glare at him. “Can I have some privacy please?”His hand emerges from the water. “Thought you might like some soap.”I stare at the small round bar in his hand, all the bluster fading from me. “Oh. Yeah, actually, that would be cool.”As I pluck the soap from his fingers, he gives me an amused grin and then backs off, giving me extra space.Turning around, I start rubbing the soap over my body beneath the water. Not the best way to scrub myself, but I’m not too keen on walking further inland and having Malix stare at my naked body while I wash.Well, maybe I’m too keen on that. And that’s scarier.I rub the bar through my hair to get a good lather going, then offer it back to Malix. “Thanks.”“No problem, kitty.”Sho