Contents
Full Index Chapter by Chapter
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A word on language and pronunciation
Part I
1 ~ Arcadian
2 ~ Lephmann
3 ~ Georgie
4 ~ Mist
5 ~ Anti Monster League
6 ~ On the Run
7 ~ Lost Souls
8 ~ Marie
9 ~ A Promise Kept
10 ~ Dinner
Part II
11 ~ Tea and Cookies
12 ~ Slick Willie
13 ~ Investigations
14 ~ Closing In
15 ~ The Ecstasy of Blood
16 ~ Centre Field
17 ~ Undercover
18 ~ Feeding Time
19 ~ Barrows
Part III
20 ~ The Underground
21 ~ Alley Dogs
22 ~ Conclave
23 ~ Blood Drinkers
24 ~ NSPCL
25 ~ Convalescence Sucks
26 ~ Angel
27 ~ House Lochlain
28 ~ House Fabron
29 ~ AML
30 ~ Michael
Part IV
31 ~ Taken
32 ~ Missing
33 ~ Questions
34 ~ Fear No Evil
35 ~ Revelations
36 ~ For Love of Her
37 ~ War Plans
38 ~ Justifications
39 ~ Clean Sweep
40 ~ Old Friends
41 ~ Escape
42 ~ Aftermath
Epilogue
Other titles by this author
About The Author
Copyright
Acknowledgements
Index
A word on language and pronunciation
These books were written and produced in the United Kingdom and use British English language conventions. For example the use of ‘ou’ in the words colour and honour instead of the American spellings: color, honor. Another example would be the interchangeable use of ize and ise in words such as realise or realize.
Way of The Wolf: Shifter Legacies 1
1 ~ Arcadian
Professor Elliot Massey finished the last of his cognac before shrugging into his overcoat. It was late and he was the last one to leave again. He didn’t mind. He liked to spend the last hour or so alone going over the previous day’s results, it kept him up to date with what everyone was doing. He grinned as he remembered some of the rumours he had heard about his prodigious memory. His colleagues seemed to think him remarkable in the sorts of things he could recall about their work. They knew him as someone who oversaw them with a light hand; he wasn’t one to push himself into their research uninvited. So it seemed almost miraculous to them that he knew exactly what they were talking about with the minimum of explanations when they came to him with a problem. He of course, cultivated that persona assiduously.
Elliot put the glass away in his desk drawer, switched off his terminal, and made his way through the darkened lab to the door. He stopped at Sheryl’s work area to switch off her comp. She was always forgetting to do that. A few feet further on, he scooped up some of Dave’s papers and dropped them in his top drawer. He slammed the drawer closed and rattled it to make sure it had locked. Dave was the worst where security was concerned. Sheryl’s comp might have been on, but at least she had logged off before she left. Dave’s was dark, but he was always printing sensitive data and leaving it lying around.
Elliot took a last look around before exiting the lab. He patted his pockets listening for the jingle of his keys before punching in the alarm code on the keypad beside the door. The clunk of electronic bolts shooting home and the reassuring red light blinking upon the control panel informed him all was secure for the evening. Nonetheless, he worked the door handle out of habit then turned away toward the exit.
Outside he paused to turn up his collar against the evening chill. It wasn’t that cold, but he was beginning to feel it more as the years rolled by. He sighed, he was getting old. It happened to everyone eventually, but how had it happened so quickly? Where had his life gone, and what of his grand plans?
My god… you’re actually feeling sorry for yourself!
Elliot scowled at the thoughts going through his mind. He had nothing to feel sorry for… well not regarding his career at any rate. His personal life was another matter. There were things he had not done that he wished he could change, but who didn’t have regrets? The biggest regret of his life was not spending more time with his wife while she lived. That most of all. But they hadn’t known her time was limited. How could they have known? They used to be so good together—a team at work and at home. Her assistance with his work in genetics had netted him the Nobel Prize in Physiology and Medicine way back in 2016. Maureen had been proud of him, he knew she had, but then cancer had stolen her from him and ripped her from the world before they could enjoy the fruits of their labour.
Elliot blinked rapidly trying not to let his burning eyes shed the tears they so wanted to shed. It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fair that the goddess had taken Maureen from him so soon, but he had one consolation. She had left him their daughter to care for, not that Susan needed an old man’s help these days. She was grown and looking after him now. Elliot grinned, and then shook his head. She really should have left him to moulder alone and found her own way to love and happiness as he had done at her age, but he couldn’t find it in his heart to regret her continued presence. Looking at Susan was like looking at Maureen when they had first met. They looked so alike.
Elliot rammed his hands deeply into his coat pockets and hurried across the parking lot to his car. His black Mercedes was alone in an ocean of darkness. He shivered and increased his pace a little, but then he stumbled to a halt when one of the shadows came to life and resolved itself into the form of a man. The man did nothing, he simply watched and waited. After a brief hesitation, Elliot continued walking toward his car.
“Professor Massey?”
Elliot stopped fumbling for his keys and said warily, “Yes? Do I know you?”
“Cadmon Blake is my name, sir, we’ve never met. You missed your appointment with Arcadian. Perhaps you wish to reschedule?”
Elliot scowled and turned back to his car. He pointed the remote at the door and pressed the unlock button. “Mister Arcadian and I have nothing to discuss,” he said aiming the words over his shoulder.
“That is where you and he must differ. You should not have inconvenienced him; he doesn’t enjoy being kept waiting or made to look a fool.”
“And I did not enjoy our last conversation,” Elliot snapped and glared at the shadowy figure. “Neither am I enjoying this overly dramatic confrontation you have going, Mister Blake. Say what you want to say and be gone. My daughter is waiting up for me.”
“Ah yes,” Blake said and pursed his lips. He frowned, looking at the ground a moment before raising his eyes again. “Your daughter. How is she doing?”
Elliot gripped the open car door to prevent his hands shaking. “She’s fine.”
Blake closed the distance a little more. “You have spoken with her then?”
Elliot relaxed a little now as more of Blake’s face was revealed in the meagre light. There seemed nothing sinister in it. The face was clean shaven, the eyes a washed out grey. The man wore his hair in what he thought of as a military cut—short almost shaved at the sides, but longer and a little spiky on top. He looked bulky in his overcoat, but Elliot doubted it was due to fat.
“Professor?”
He blinked. “What? No, not today. Look, I have to get going. You tell Mister Arcadian we have nothing to talk abou
t. Tell him not to call me. Tell him that if he keeps insisting on badgering me like this, I’ll call the authorities.” He began climbing into his car, but hands suddenly gripped his shoulders. Before he could yell, he was pulled roughly back out of the driver’s seat. His keys fell from his hand as he wrenched at Blake’s grip, but the man was built like a gorilla and he couldn’t break free. “What are you doing? Let me go, damn you!”
Blake pinned him with his back against the car. “Struggle and I’ll break your arm, Professor,” he said without the slightest trace of emotion in his voice.
Elliot froze.
“Thank you. I do not want to hurt you, sir, but I will if you make me. Arcadian wouldn’t like it if I did so, but if the choice is between you hurt, or me failing his orders, you can guess which I will choose. You can can’t you?”
He swallowed nervously and nodded.
Blake smiled his dead little smile. It didn’t reach his eyes. “I’m so very glad you understand my position. Arcadian can be a very hard master to serve. He does not take failure well. Now then, I take it you are unwilling to reschedule your meeting.”
“I suppose I could meet with him.”
“I do not believe you mean that. In anticipation of your reluctance, I’ve arranged for something to persuade you. Take this please.”
Elliot fumbled and nearly dropped the link Blake handed to him. “You want me to call him?”
“Use the speed dial. Press one and then the connect button.”
Elliot did and raised the link to his ear. It rang three times and was answered by a man’s voice.
“Blake, that you?”
“This is Professor Massey. I was told to call this number.”
Blake nodded in approval.
“One moment, sir,” the voice said. A minute of silence followed and then a familiar voice came on the line. “Daddy?”
“Susan!” Elliot glared at Blake. “Where are you, are you all right?”
“Of course I’m all right, silly! Mister Arcadian is a wonderful host. How come I didn’t know you two were friends?”
“I err… I must have forgotten to mention him. Where are you?”
“Waiting for you of course! Mister Arcadian was very worried when you missed dinner, but I said you were probably just working late and had forgotten the time. He said he would send someone to collect you. Did his friend find you all right?”
“I’m with his friend right now.”
“Oh good,” Susan said happily. “I’ll see you in a while then. Bye!”
“Wait!” he said, but the line went dead. “You bastard.”
Blake took back his link and slipped it into a pocket. “Insulting me will not help matters, Professor. Arcadian wishes to meet with you tonight. I suggest for your daughter’s sake and your own that you come with me quietly. I have a car waiting.”
Elliot couldn’t see that he had any choice. He followed Blake as he led the way to his car. Blake opened the rear door of a silver four door Jaguar parked not far from the parking lot’s exit. Elliot climbed inside and Blake followed him in. Their driver didn’t speak or even look their way as they settled themselves. He simply piloted the car smoothly out of the lot and into the sparse traffic.
Elliot sat in uncomfortable silence for the entire journey. A couple of times he nearly blurted the questions crowding his brain, but he always held back and left them unvoiced. He had a feeling that Blake wouldn’t tell him even if he knew the answers. With no hope of enlightenment, asking questions would only make his position appear weak. He almost laughed aloud at that. He was being kidnapped, his daughter held ransom to his good behaviour. How much weaker could his position get?
That was a question soon answered.
He had taken no notice of his surroundings during the journey, but remedied that when he felt the car pull off the highway onto a narrow country lane. The car’s suspension was superb and turned what was a terrible surface into a tolerable one. Still, the driver was cognisant of the conditions, and had slowed down to pilot the car safely along the winding turns. The headlights revealed that trees and other vegetation encroached upon the little used lane. There was barely enough room for the car to pass without twigs and branches flensing away its paint.
He eyed his surroundings uneasily.
If Blake had wanted to kill him, he would be dead already, of that he had no doubt, but he could think of no better place to dump a body than this. Left here, he would never be found. He glanced uneasily at Blake only to find the man’s amused countenance already turned his way. He had obviously deduced his concern and it amused him.
“I have already mentioned that Arcadian would take it amiss should you come to harm, Professor.”
“But what about after the meeting?”
Blake’s smile widened and Elliot shivered.
It was as he thought. Mister Arcadian was a man that no one said no to. He had little doubt that whatever the man wanted from him would be unacceptable, but he also knew that the consequences of his refusal would be dire. If it was only his own life at risk, he would have told Arcadian to go hang, but he had Susan to think of. Whatever he had to do to safeguard his daughter, he would do. Arcadian, that bastard, knew it.
The car slowed to a crawl and turned left. A few yards on it halted in front of a pair of tall iron gates. Elliot peered out of his window. He could just make out a high wall mostly obscured by shadows and overgrown vegetation. It was obviously old; it was weathered and covered in clinging vine-like creepers, but the iron gates set into it looked brand new. A man occupying a security booth stepped out and bent to speak with the driver. A few words were exchanged between them and the guard went back inside to open the gates. They were motorised and slid aside on silent bearings into slots cut into the wall. The car eased through the portal and along a driveway toward a large house that he had no problem terming a mansion. The place was huge with many windows blazing cheerily with light. The car stopped opposite the main door of the house. Blake gestured to indicate he should climb out, and joined him a moment later.
The car pulled away, its tyres crunching on the loose gravel driveway, and was soon lost to the night.
“Now what?”
As answer, Blake led him to the door which opened as they neared to reveal a man waiting to welcome them. Light flooded out into the night and the sound of music. He could hear the sounds of laughter and many voices. Obviously there was a party of some sort going on. He stepped inside followed closely by Blake, expecting an introduction to the waiting man, but his surmise that this dapper gentleman was Mister Arcadian was false. He was simply another of Arcadian’s employees—this time playing butler not kidnapper. The butler, if that’s what he was meant to be, was wearing a well-tailored suit of dark grey wool, the silk tie knotted at his throat was a blood red, and the creases in his trousers were so sharp they could probably cut like a knife. He had mousy blond hair parted neatly on the left and very pale blue eyes almost colourless. He was quite short and slim, especially in comparison to Blake who was easily head and shoulders taller. Elliot found himself in the middle position of looking up at Blake and down at the butler.
Blake introduced them. “Professor Massey, meet Morgan Cummings.”
Morgan inclined his head in a brief bow. “Call me Morgan. I’m delighted to make your acquaintance, Professor. May I take your coat?”
Elliot snorted. “Don’t you think this is all somewhat absurd?” he said, glancing from Morgan to Blake and back again.
Morgan raised an enquiring eyebrow.
“You standing there acting like the perfect English butler as if unaware of my status. My daughter and I have been kidnapped, man!”
“My word, how very dramatic,” Morgan said and smiled. “As for me, I was born in England… Staffordshire to be precise. I’ve been many things in my time, but a perfect English butler did you say? That has never been one of my duties or talents. I’m the Arcadian’s personal aide, not his butler. Now, if I might take your coat?”
He unbuttoned his coat and shrugged out of it. Morgan took it through a door nearby, and into a cloakroom that looked bigger than his entire apartment. A moment later, Morgan reappeared to lead him, with Blake still dogging his heels, deeper into the mansion to meet his host.
They found him entertaining his guests.
“Wait here,” Morgan said, and went to speak with Arcadian.
Elliot edged just inside the room and waited. It was filled with conversation and people enjoying themselves. There were men and women dancing, drinking, laughing, or simply standing around the sides of the room watching the goings on. The room was furnished with what he realised must be genuine period antiques. The floors were polished wood with generous rugs scattered around giving the place a homey feel despite its grandeur. Many fine examples of interesting art were displayed upon the walls, and at any other time he would have enjoyed studying them, but not under the current circumstances. The room was well lit by two huge chandeliers blazing with light hanging from the high ceiling. There were hundreds of little bulbs up there. The chandeliers themselves appeared to be the originals, though for practicality they had been converted from candle power to electric.
He scanned faces searching for Susan and found her dancing with a young man he didn’t recognise—he didn’t recognise anyone in the room except Morgan, who was weaving his way through the crowded room looking for his employer. He started forward to join Susan, but aborted his plan when Blake’s hand descended to grip his shoulder. The man didn’t speak; he simply shook his head slowly.
Damn him!
Morgan paused behind a man talking with a pair of stunningly good looking women. The man, Elliot assumed he was Arcadian, was describing something with many pantomiming gestures and laughter mixed in. The women were hanging upon his every word while occasionally sipping their wine from crystal glasses. Both wore evening gowns and a fortune in jewellery around their necks.
Elliot frowned. The room was full of beautiful people. All the men were young and handsome; all the women were young and beautiful. He doubted any of them was older than thirty, and that seemed strange to him. There wasn’t even one person in the room that he could point to as being plain or even average. All the guests were extraordinary in their good looks and dress, and that was just plain wrong. Arcadian must be someone who liked to surround himself with youth and beauty; it made his fear for Susan more acute. She took after her mother and was exceptionally beautiful in his eyes. He feared Arcadian would see her so also.
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