“Take this to processing,” Mac told the deputy. “See if you can get any prints off of it. You can exclude any prints matching either Amara Townsend or Nova Lowery. They are the victims in this case.”
Alec’s eyes widened in surprise. For a moment or two, he just stood there, dumbfounded.
“Today, Matthews,” Mac barked, to which the deputy responded by instantly straightening. He then muttered a hasty “Yes, Sir,” and fled.
Amara snickered under her breath. “Man, McDougal. Who knew you could be such a hardass? For Christ’s sake, Mac, he’s just a kid.”
Mac chuckled. His answering smile matched the grin splitting across her face. “Ah, he’ll be alright. A little fire under his ass won’t hurt him. It’ll make him tough. He needs that. Besides, I want answers on this as quickly as possible. You and your family…well, let’s just say that you’ve been through enough. I don’t want to be responsible for yet another tragedy befalling any one of you. So we do things my way. And hopefully, we’ll get things done.”
An awkward silence fell between them and Amara resisted the urge to hug him. It would only serve to embarrass him, she knew. The truth was, it might have embarrassed her, too. So, it was probably best to just leave well enough alone.
“So,” Mac said, clearing his throat and breaking the silence. “Let’s get this report filed, shall we?” Picking up yet another stack of papers, he handed them to her before he fished a pen from his pocket. He offered it to her as well. “Any ideas of who we might be looking for?”
“You mean, like a suspect? Do I have any ideas about who should be a suspect?” Suddenly, she felt ill. It was like it had finally hit her that this whole ideal was truly real. It was really happening. She was being stalked. And not just by somebody with a crush on her, who was maybe too shy to actually talk to her. No, she was being stalked and harassed by somebody who was dangerous. Somebody who was already escalating to violence. And that realization chilled her, racking her right down to her core. “No, I don’t have any suspects. I mean, really, if I did, I would have to include basically the whole town, wouldn’t I? I work nights at Murphy’s, Mac. I talk to the entire drinking population of Strathford on a regular basis. Flirting gets me more tips, sure, so I’m friendly, but I’m also the one who cuts off the angry drunks, separates the ‘couples’ that are too drunk to do anything legal, and has Sam kick out the ones who don’t listen. I make plenty of enemies every night, but once they sober up, we’re all fine again.”
Considering, she furrowed her brow. “But I guess it could be any one of them, couldn’t it?”
“Not necessarily,” Mac said, and Amara was overwhelmed by a wave of relief. Who knew two little words could calm her down so much? It was ridiculously comforting to hear that she didn’t have to suspect every single person she knew.
“The guy we’re looking for isn’t timid,” Mac continued. “He’s smart and he’s calculating, but he’s rash too. The flowers were intentional, direct. They were meant to say something to you, regardless of whether or not you understood their meaning. But the rock through Nova’s window? That, to me, screams impulsive. He wasn’t planning to break the window. Otherwise, he would have made sure he was far enough away that there wasn’t even a chance you would see him. He would have wanted to know where you were and to do it at a moment when the sound, the destruction, the interruption, would make the biggest impact. Instead, he wrote the note, planted it, and hurled a rock at the truck before running in the other direction.
“This guy is escalating. Something set him off. You said Nova was there with you. Were you two, um, doing anything?” Mac cleared his throat, probably in hopes of off-setting how uncomfortable this conversation was for both of them. It didn’t work.
Amara scratched at her temple. “Yeah, we were, uh, sort of starting to fool around a little. I mean, I was making breakfast and he was about to take off, but we were having fun.”
“Something that could have made our perp jealous had he been staring in the window?”
She gulped. Staring through the window. Of course. “Yeah, I guess so.”
“Were your curtains open?”
She thought back to that morning. Had the curtains been open? They had. She’d wanted to let the sunlight in and enjoy the morning. “Yes.” Her voice was hardly more than a whisper.
“I see. So we’ll assume he saw you. Did Nova see anyone? Hear anything?”
“Not that I’m aware of.”
“And he had never sent you rotten flowers before?”
“No. Never.”
“Did you first receive a bouquet before or after you got engaged?”
Amara’s heart began to race faster. “Before.”
“And after the engagement was announced?”
“I still got the flowers, and then the phone call.”
Mac nodded. Picking up a small notepad, he began jotting down his thoughts. “So he was triggered by the engagement, by your relationship with Nova. Jealously. Impulsive actions. Violence.” He glanced up at her. “Anyone in your personal life acting strange? Distant? Clingy?”
“No, no one.”
“Anyone you can think of who might want to cause you harm?”
Amara’s first thoughts went to Kal. He had been causing her harm for the last ten years; stalking would be a minor thing to him. But it wasn’t his style. Kal Vann liked to boast about his evil deeds. He was smart and cunning, but leaving her anonymous presents like those stereotypically left by a secret admirer and not even taking credit for it seemed so out of character, even for him. Besides, he was currently locked up at the compound and watched like a hawk both night and day. There was no way he could have managed to do any of this. And sending one of his lackeys to do it in his stead was too cowardly, even for him. No, if he was going to slowly terrorize her, he would do it in a way that hit closer to home. Hadn’t he already proved that by dating Sadie?
“No one that I can think of,” she told Mac.
“What about that guy who was dating your little sister? Kan or Kas or something?” Mac asked, indicating his thoughts went to Kal as well. “What ever happened to him?”
As nonchalantly as she could pull off, Amara shrugged. “No idea. They split up because he was a real jerk, and he left town. We haven’t seen or heard from him sense.” It was almost true.
“Hmm. Well, okay, we’ll keep thinking on it. Let’s get this report done so we can train you on the protocols for while you’re on patrol.”
“Oh, joy.”
CHAPTER 10
Six hours later, Amara pushed through the glass doors of the station and out onto the street. She felt more exhausted after one shift with Mac than she did after a week at the bar. Her brain felt like mush. While there was no formal academy for cops in Strathford, Mac McDougal played by the rules. He told her he would teach her everything he knew about being a police officer, but she was going to have to learn the laws and how to enforce them. She wasn’t worried about the endurance test at all, but all that memorization? If she had known becoming a cop was going to be so much work, she never would have agreed to it.
No, she conceded with a goofy grin, that wasn’t true. She knew she would have wanted to follow in her father’s footsteps. It was in her blood. Just as serving on the Town Council as an Elder was in her blood. Taking her grandfather’s place on the Council, following in her father’s footsteps on the force, those were not legacies she could turn away from. Still, her head hurt. Who knew learning about all those laws could give her such a headache?
Reaching into her pocket, Amara retrieved her keys and started forward.
Where she was promptly knocked backwards by a solid body.
Startled, Amara glanced up. “Mitch?” she exclaimed, holding up one hand to block the sun. “What are you doing here?”
Grinning, Mitch held up a large, brown paper sack. It was clearly laden down with a multitude of various containers. “I’m bringing Mac and the rest of them their dinner order. You do realize what t
ime it is, don’t you?”
Exasperated, she looked down at her watch. Was it really 6:30 already? Her stomach growled in answer.
Mitch chuckled. “See? I knew you would be hungry. To be honest, I’m surprised you’re not in there with them. Are you going somewhere?”
Amara nodded. “I have to meet Nova to go over wedding stuff.” Or complete the second Trial. Whatever. It was close enough.
“Oh.” Disappointment coated Mitch’s voice. “I was hoping we could catch up a bit. Now that you’re only working part-time at the bar, I feel like I never see you.”
Sympathy washed over her. Mitchell was her best friend. Less than six months ago, they did everything together. Somehow, their respective relationships changed everything. And he was right. Since she’d begun dating Nova she hadn’t made much time for him. Of course, it worked both ways and he was always with Zoe, but she did miss their time together.
“I know,” she agreed, “but maybe we could get together for Chinese food and a movie or something sometime soon?”
The difference in Mitch’s expression was instant. He brightened, and his entire face lit up. “Yeah?”
“Sure. Say, Sunday? Seven o’clock?”
“Absolutely.” The smile on his face made her feel guilty. How could she have let their friendship go neglected for so long? Just making plans put that goofy smile on his face, and yet to her, it was just to appease him. When had her life stopped including Mitch? And why was she okay with it?
Since she got involved with the top-secret wolf pack that protected the town, that’s when. Since she stopped being able to tell him everything—or anything, really—about her life. And since she had bonded with Nova over their shared experiences and wasn’t able to include Mitch in any way.
Wow. She was a horrible friend. So she would make it up to him, she decided. She would make sure they didn’t lose a friendship that had been so important to both of them for years. She would make it right.
“Well, good luck with the wedding stuff.” Mitch smirked. “I can’t say I envy Nova for that.”
Amara laughed, pleased this was something they could talk about. “Yeah, I suppose not. I keep telling him we should just run off to Las Vegas and elope to avoid all of the hassle, but he insists on going through with it, the jerk.” She wrinkled her nose. “Something about how our families would kill us if we didn’t have an actual wedding, blah, blah, blah.”
“Your mom would be pretty upset,” he agreed.
“Please,” Amara scoffed. “It’s Sadie I’m worried about. She and Nova’s sister-in-law, Ivanah, are pretty much handling the whole thing. If we eloped, they would have us buried six feet under before we even get around to the honeymoon.”
Mitch frowned. “You’re not serious.”
Amara laughed, raising a brow. “Well no, of course I’m not serious,” she said. “But you know Sadie. She can get pretty intense when it comes to planning parties.”
“That is true,” he admitted with a chuckle, and she was pleased to see he’d relaxed. “I’ll let you get to it. Tell Nova I said ‘hi.’” He said it like a joke, but she could see it wasn’t sincere. She wondered if he and Nova were ever going to become friends or if she’d have to walk the line between the two of them for the rest of her life. She sure hoped not.
Leaning in, she brushed a kiss against his cheek and gave him a half hug. “I’ll see you tomorrow, okay? I’ll be in at six.” She spoke while walking backwards to her car, still shading her eyes from the sun. “And hey, pick out that movie for Sunday. None of that stupid horror movie crap that you love so much.”
“Some of those were good,” Mitch shot back with a grin. “Just not the last one. Or the one before that. Or…”
“The one before that,” Amara said. “Yeah, I remember. You know what? On second thought, maybe I should pick the movie? I’m not sure I trust your judgment anymore.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Go meet your boy toy, Amara. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
The drive to the compound didn’t take too long. It was only twenty minutes out of town, if that. And the drive was becoming more familiar each time she made it. Only this time, she wasn’t looking forward to what was coming once she got there. She knew that the second she went under, she would be back in that dank underground room, handcuffed to a chair. At Kal Vann’s mercy. She wasn’t eager to go back there, for any reason. But she knew she had to.
Amara waved to the guys at the gate when she drove through into the compound, then she made her way down the narrow road until it became gravel and she knew she had reached the community. Most of the pack lived in small, quaint cottages in the same area of the compound. Each of them had cute little porches with hanging baskets and overflowing flower beds.
She always loved the feel of the neighborhood. No one had fenced yards and the woods were the only backyards to speak of, but they were wolves. The wild was what came natural to them. But even though it was a community of ancient people that could turn into wolves, there was nothing threatening about them. In fact, watching the children run around the yards riding tricycles, bikes, or throwing a ball, she wondered if they would be dangerous towards humans if the rival packs weren’t involved.
Parking in front of Nova’s house, she got out of her jeep and walked up to his door, calling out greetings to members of the Pack who raised their hands to wave. His door was locked. Amara went to pull out her key, when she saw the note tacked to the door.
“Hello Gorgeous,” Nova’s note said, “I had some things to arrange for patrol this evening, so I will meet you there. Love you, baby.”
A slow, warm smile crept across her lips and she felt the familiar beat of her heart racing at the thought of Nova’s touch. God, she loved that man.
Well, she thought, she might as well walk and enjoy the evening. It didn’t take her long to reach the Council Chambers.
Nova was waiting outside the door when she arrived. His face lit up when he saw her and he wrapped her in a tight hug. “Hey there, beautiful. How’d things go today?”
“They went,” she murmured, her face buried against his chest. “Mac’s on it. He seemed pretty worried, though he tried not to show it. He’s a good guy, and I know he’s looking out for me, but it was still unnerving.” For just a moment, her breath caught in her throat. She glanced up at Nova. “Nova, should I be scared of this guy?”
She thought she would be comforted by his answer, but she could see the stress and just the hint of fear in his eyes. That was worse than if he had just come out and said yes.
“I don’t know, Mara. He could be harmless.”
“But you don’t think so.”
Nova shook his eyes, his face washed with sympathy. “No, I don’t think so.”
That was not what she wanted to hear. In fact, there was probably no good answer to that question. She was being stalked. The guy had put a rock through Nova’s window. Of course she should have been scared. And she was. But that was a problem for another day.
“So, should we do this?” she asked, stepping back and taking a deep breath.
Nova nodded. “Can’t say I’m looking forward to it.”
“Oh thank God,” she said. “Me either. I mean, I know we’re required to complete the Trials for the Pack so we can get married, and I know they aren’t supposed to be easy, but I really hated going through that. I didn’t know where you were. I didn’t know if we would make it, and I absolutely hated to go through all of that with Kal being in charge.”
Nova pressed a kiss into her hair. “I know. But it isn’t real. It’s all part of the spirit quest. And as much as I wish there were, unfortunately, there’s no way around it. The only way is through.”
They kissed softly before joining hands. Nova held the door open for her and the two of them went inside. The entire Council was waiting for them once again. She could already smell the aroma coming off the spirit potion.
She and Nova took their seats on the pillows. Without ceremony or introduction, th
e Shaman handed them both a cup. Amara hesitantly put it to her lips. Then, steeling herself, she downed it all in one swallow.
Immediately, the potion began to take effect. Drowsy, Amara leaned back against the pillows and closed her eyes. Already, she was beginning to feel heavy. Her whole body tingled, almost as if she wasn’t connected to it anymore. Giving in, she surrendered to the feeling and let the Spirit Quest take her under.
CHAPTER 11
Nova stood in the doorway, his chest heaving hard. Amara, handcuffed to the metal chair, gaped at him. She was sweating and covered in blood, her face pale from the pain. And yet, it was Kal Vann who captured his attention. Kal stood next to Amara, a knife in hand, a cocky sneer etched across his face. “Well, well, well,” Kal said, “look what we have here. Come to save the princess, Lowery? Does the whole damsel in distress scenario turn you on?”
Nova smirked. “Well look at that,” he said, forcing his voice to remain steady. “‘Scenario’ that’s a big word for a man like you. Let her go, Kal. Then you and I can fight this out like men. Or are you too afraid to face me on your own without a bunch of your goons around?”
Kal’s eyes narrowed in a glare. Amara looked a question at him, but Nova gave his head a tiny shake and stayed quiet.
“Nice try, Lowery,” Kal crooned. His voice shook with rage. “But the girl is mine. If you remember right, I had her first. You remember that night, right? Ten years ago, in Strathford? I had her right where I wanted her. On the ground, on her back.” He spat the last word for impact. “My teeth ripping into her throat.” Kal licked his lips. “I can still feel her blood spilling down my chin. Mmm, mmm, mmm. Salty and sweet on my tongue. But you, Lowery, you just couldn’t let me have her. You just had to be a hero. To please daddy. Well, who’s pleasing daddy now?”
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