Way of the Wolf: Shifter Legacies 1

by Mark E. Cooper

  Fists and feet hammered his body, but they did little to harm him. They did succeed in annoying him—they made it hard to retaliate effectively when he had to block the strikes. He used his speed, one of his greatest assets, to get behind his opponent and that was that. He grabbed the man’s head and wrenched it hard back with a nice little twist to complete the move. The neck snapped. It wasn’t a killing tactic, but it did inconvenience the man. It was hard to see your enemy and fight effectively with a broken neck. He didn’t give him time to heal. He twisted the head all the way around, ignoring the man’s snapping jaws and his scrabbling hands. Another full turn and he ripped the head free. The body froze for a timeless moment, and then collapsed like the dead thing it was.

  Another dagger came out of nowhere and buried itself in his belly. This time he simply brushed it away, threw the head at this new attacker, and charged. The human’s eyes widened in fear. He ducked the incoming head and brought up a machine gun of the type Angel sometimes carried. The man triggered a burst, but Stephen was already inside his reach and sweeping the arm holding the weapon aside. Bullets stitched the walls and ceiling, but none came close to their intended target. He grinned, his fangs fully extended and the man screamed. He didn’t have time to scream a second time, a severed carotid artery and missing windpipe did tend to inhibit them.

  He spat the morsel out and stepped aside to avoid the pumping blood, letting the soon to be corpse collapse writhing at his feet. He chose not to feed in Marie’s house. It would have helped speed his healing, but he didn’t feel comfortable doing it where she might see.

  He could hear gunfire outside now, and more shouting. Security was apparently fighting back. He ran toward the sound. He didn’t know who the attackers were, but AML would be a good bet. Gavin had fought and killed O’Neal, a newborn vampire, and here he was being attacked by another. AML were involved in Michael’s abduction, and perhaps this attack was an attempt to replicate that success, or perhaps William was the target. Wilson may have learned about the subject of their meeting and sent them to disrupt it. It didn’t really matter now; killing them did. Whoever they were, they had proven themselves to be a diverse group. He had never heard of AML working with non-humans before.

  He found the fight. Security guards lay dead or dying upon the ground outside along with a similar number of their attackers. Going by numbers alone, he would say it was a standoff, but who was to say there weren’t more of his kind on the grounds. He found a familiar face among the defenders. It was one of the two men he’d met briefly earlier. He couldn’t recall his name but that didn’t matter. What did was Marie’s safety.

  “Let me deal with this,” Stephen began, joining the man behind the cover of a pretty balustrade overlooking the formal gardens. “Take someone with you and protect Marie. Do you have a safe room here, or a way to get her off the property?”

  The man hesitated. “Yes but—”

  “Don’t argue with me. Get Marie and her father away from here.”

  The man nodded. He patted his companion’s shoulder and together they scurried back into the house, keeping low. Stephen watched them go, and let his fangs descend. He was going to slaughter everything not belonging to Marie and enjoy it; perhaps enjoy it too much, but she would be safe and hopefully never know what he’d done to ensure it.

  He laughed at the thought of what he was about to do and breathed deeply of the nighttime air, enjoying the sensation of raising his power. He rarely got the chance to let himself off the leash of discipline so hard won over the centuries. Truly, this night would be one to remember. His eyes flashed to silver, looking like liquid metal orbs in their sockets as he turned his power loose on the night. It manifested first as speed, second as physical strength, but perhaps the most impressive from his enemy’s point of view was his glamour. To them, he appeared like a black winged avenging angel as he slaughtered them. They felt the wind stirred by his beating wings, felt the feathers on skin as he enfolded them in his embrace. It was glamour, just illusion, but all too real to men and women with no defence against it.

  Screams filled the night air, and machine guns chattered as terrified people fired at phantoms, often hitting their compatriots in their panic. One by one, he silenced their voices, their blood and screams devoured by the black-winged angel of vengeance. He fed and fed and fed until he could swallow no more, and simply allowed the blood to flow out of them upon the thirsty ground. His wounds healed, replaced by fresh ones, but those healed almost instantly. His power was on him in full measure, and he raged through the grounds killing everyone he found.

  Finally, he came back to himself, covered in blood and feeling empty again. He should be full to bursting, but he wasn’t. He had drained a dozen humans. That would usually be enough essence to last weeks, but he had spent it all like a spendthrift upon killing his enemies. He did not regret it, but hunger was gnawing at his vitals again. He eyed the corpses, but they didn’t appeal. A shifter might take a bite out of a corpse and take no ill effect, but his kind could not feed upon the truly dead, not even upon the recently dead. They needed live blood and donors.

  He turned in a circle hopefully, but he sensed only death in the darkness. Bodies littered the ground all around him in every direction. Bent and broken weapons were stuck in the lawns and flowerbeds, their barrels planted in the soil like macabre garden ornaments. He pulled at his sodden shirt and grimaced at the feel of it peeling away from his skin. Edward would not be happy about this. His suit had been Armani, ordered especially for this occasion.

  He tugged his tie loose and over his head. He shoved it into his jacket pocket and felt for his comb. He could do nothing about the blood on his shirt, but he could at least make an effort. He hoped Marie and her father were long gone from here, but if not, he didn’t want them thinking ill of him. He combed his hair and removed his jacket, folding it over one arm and holding it to cover as much of his bloodied shirt as it would. It was the best he could do. He headed back to the house.

  He entered through the rear and retraced his earlier route. When Terry appeared with Marie, he smiled in relief that quickly turned to alarm. She was crying, and Terry was holding her upper arm tight enough to bruise. Anger surged, and suddenly he knew what he’d forgotten earlier. It had been Terry. He had forgotten he was here, but more than that, he couldn’t feel their bond. With his child right before him, he couldn’t feel it. Impossible! He gaped in utter surprise and shock when a group of newborn vampires exited the office at Terry’s back and paused to watch.

  Terry laughed and shook Marie roughly, making her cry out.

  Stephen snarled, and would have launched himself at the traitor, but fear for Marie held him back.

  “She’s dead the moment you don’t do what you’re told,” Terry said. “My new master has sworn that I can have her.” He licked his lips ostentatiously. “He swore that I can have her in any way that I want her. He promised. All I have to do is deliver you, and here you are. Sound familiar?”

  Stephen frowned. It was a variation on the deal he’d struck with Terry in exchange for bestowing the gift upon him. He had asked for an introduction to Marie. Terry had promoted himself as her boyfriend at the time, a lie as it had turned out. He was using a similar gambit again. He never had been very bright or original.

  “Don’t hurt her, and I’ll come with you peacefully.”

  “You will anyway, or she’s dead.”

  He snarled at the threat, taking an involuntary step, and suddenly Terry had Marie’s throat in his hand. She gasped, her eyes bulging and pleading.

  “Stop!” he shouted in horror as Terry squeezed the life out of her. Goddess damn it stop him! I swear if she dies I’ll kill every one of you!”

  The vampire audience shifted unhappily but they did nothing.

  Stephen dropped to his knees and clasped his hands behind his head. “All right damn you!”

  Terry grinned and allowed Marie to breathe. She gasped and sucked at the air greedily. “Very good. Pu
t the cuffs on him.”

  One of the vampires advanced nervously. He was carrying a pair of heavy-duty rune cuffs; police issue by the looks of them. Constructed of titanium steel alloy to withstand a vampire’s strength and electroplated in silver, the runes engraved in the metal of each cuff would prevent shifters from changing shape and would absorb magic of any kind. If those went on his wrists, he would be helpless.

  He cast about for ideas, but one squeeze of her neck would send Marie to her judgement before the Goddess. If he could get Terry to let her go for just a few seconds, he could kill him and his friends. None were strong enough to withstand him one on one, or even two on one, but there were five including Terry.

  The cuffs closed upon his wrists, and suddenly his anger drained away with his strength. The last thing her heard as he spiralled into oblivion was Marie crying his name and Terry’s laughter.

  * * *

  32 ~ Missing

  David shook Craig’s hand and took his leave of him. Another two down without violence, he thought with heavy satisfaction at a job well done. Craig and his mate were strong betas and a good addition to the pack. They had good jobs, had never been in trouble with the law unlike some of the others he’d been forced to recruit, and although both had tried their strength against him and Ronnie, it was for form only. Craig and Maggie had known the moment they tried they would lose. They must have, because it had been obvious to him the moment he met them, and he assumed, to Ronnie as well. Mist had been exceedingly smug about it too.

  Craig and Maggie were strong willed, and could almost be alpha. That had pleased Mist and was a big part of why he was so smug at besting them, but although they were strong, they lacked that little something, that extra spark that could have tipped their Presence from beta level to alpha. That was to the pack’s benefit. The Blood Drinkers were already top heavy, and already had too many strong males in the alpha range. True, it did strengthen House Edmonton and that was important, but as Lawrence had stressed earlier, a healthy pack needed balance to function well. He needed to recruit betas to turn the Blood Drinkers from House Edmonton’s enforcers into a proper pack.

  “That went okay,” he said as they headed back to the SUV. “What do you think of them?”

  Ronnie shrugged. “He’s okay.”

  “But?”

  “But Maggie is a little quiet for my taste. It’s lucky they have good jobs already. They wouldn’t fit in at the club, and there’s no way she would make a good enforcer for Stephen.”

  “Well, we knew that from the start. We don’t need more fighters.”

  “I know, but we don’t need liabilities either.”

  He frowned. He didn’t see them that way. “Are we adopting trouble?”

  “We’ll see. Probably not. They’re strong enough to stand up for themselves if they need to, it’s just...” she grimaced. “Maybe I’m just spoiled. Living among so many big dogs at the club makes these two feel timid.”

  “Strong in Presence but timid at the same time? That doesn’t sound like any shifter I’ve ever met.”

  “You haven’t met many outside of the pack.”

  “True. Maybe Craig and Maggie are the norm, and we’re the freaks. How would I know?”

  “You could ask me.”

  “Okay. Are we?”

  “Are we what, freaks?” she said and he nodded. “Not freaks, but unusual, sure. That’s why we’re recruiting people like Craig and Maggie. We’re trying to dilute the strangeness in a way. Look, we all gave ourselves to Stephen because we were running from a situation in our pasts, right?”

  David nodded.

  “But running from your pack is very unusual to begin with. It’s a really big deal rebelling like that. It takes a certain kind of person, not just Presence. It takes determination to throw away all you’ve ever known based only on the hope of something better around the corner.”

  “Okay, I haven’t been in that situation, but I understand what you mean. So our pack is full of rebels.”

  He unlocked the doors of the SUV with the remote and Ronnie climbed into the passenger side. He climbed behind the wheel and buckled up. Ronnie rolled her eyes at his safety conscious attitude. She knew, and so did he really, that he could be ejected through the windscreen and take no long term harm from it these days, but that wasn’t the point. It would still hurt, so why not wear the belt?

  Ronnie powered the window down on her side to hook her elbow on it, and fiddled with the stereo. She found a station she liked but lowered the volume so they could continue talking.

  David started the motor and pulled into the sparse nighttime traffic. “Do you know the way to the next one?” he said, glancing at the blank GPS in the dash.

  “Keep going straight, I’ll tell you when to turn.”

  “Okay. So we’re all rebels?”

  “Yes, except for you and one or two of the others. We’re not timid, even our few betas aren’t. We’re a really powerful pack in terms of pure strength. I don’t want you thinking we’re not, but we’re so top heavy that the pack is a little... unstable, I guess is the right word. Stephen has kept everyone in line until now. We knew that without House Edmonton, we would have no sanctuary in LA. You’ll have to do that for us from now on.”

  “No one has challenged me since that first day.”

  “They will though. They’re still settling into the new situation. Once they have, they’ll start to look around and make a move. We need to fill out our numbers with people who can settle them down without challenging them.”

  “And you don’t think Craig and Maggie help us there?”

  “It’s not that they can’t, it’s that I doubt they’ll feel motivated to try. They’re mated and too timid. Like I said.”

  “The opposite would be bad in a different way.”

  Ronnie nodded.

  “What’s the answer?”

  “We keep doing what we’re doing, but I think we need to advertise for some single female betas.” She noticed his grimace. “You’re going to have to get over that. It’s human silliness anyway. A couple of dozen females will calm things. I’ve seen it in action and it works. The Alley Dog pack is mature and it’s a big one. Pederson is a bastard, but he knows how to run a good pack. We could do worse than copying him. Well, in this at least; not so much in the screwing every bitch not nailed down arena. You’re—” she broke off frowning herself now.

  “I’m what?” he said with a crooked smile.

  We are hers, she is ours, Mist said smugly.

  “Never mind. Turn left here.”

  He made the turn. “Who are we meeting?”

  Ronnie didn’t have a chance to answer as her link chose that moment to chirp. She dug in a pocket for it and answered the call. “Yeah?”

  David tried to listen in, but although the stereo’s volume was low, he couldn’t hear who was calling. He noticed Ronnie’s frown as she listened, but when it turned to alarm his heart sank. What had gone wrong now? He began searching for a place to park.

  “What does Edward say about it? He should be able to...” Ronnie was saying. “...yeah but that’s impossible. He said that, or you think that? Right... no but we can lock the place down. Let me... no he’s here with me. Driving. Okay I’ll tell him. Just hang... no don’t do that, Lawrence. I want to get a sniff of the place myself. Screw that... yeah... okay. We’re on our way. Yeah, bye.”

  “Trouble?” David asked.

  “Yes. Turn around; we’re needed back at the club. Stephen’s missing.”

  A chill swept through him. “What do you mean missing?”

  “Like Michael. That kind of missing.”

  “But how? He was visiting Marie wasn’t he? That place has top flight security.”

  Ronnie shrugged. “Lawrence didn’t know. Something went down though. There are cops all over it apparently. There’s something else weird as well. Edward says he can’t feel Stephen anymore. That should mean he’s dead, but he can’t be dead.”

  “Why?” he
said hoping she was right.

  “Edward is Stephen’s human servant. They’re bonded. Edward is alive, so Stephen must be too.”

  “You’re sure about that?”

  “Edward is.”

  David turned down another street and got them pointed the right way back to the club. He preferred to drive manually and not use the autopilot, and always had. He enjoyed it, but it was hard keeping his speed down right now. He wanted to race back and learn exactly what had happened, but getting pulled-over by a traffic cop or sanctioned by the AI traffic control system wouldn’t improve his mood.

  He tried to plan what he would do when he got back to the club. He could send the pack out listening for any word about what went down, but he would need to check Marie’s house himself, or Mist could depending upon what he found waiting there. There might be a way to track Stephen’s scent. How they had managed to get the drop on such a powerful vamp puzzled him. Stephen would have fought and probably killed them unless seriously out numbered.

  “Does Lawrence have any leads at all?”

  “He didn’t say, but taking out Stephen after what we found at Michael’s estate? It has to be AML again.”

  “Hmmm. Hoberman might know something,” he said, frowning in thought. “I wonder how far into their circle he really is.”

  “Who is Hoberman?”

  “My ex-boss. Doctor Hoberman tried to recruit me for AML and wanted to use me in his bid for the Mayoral election.”

  Ronnie snorted her derision.

  “It’s not as stupid as it sounds. He didn’t know me that well, obviously, but I can see it working with someone else. If I’d been racist or the kind who wanted to lash out, I might have accepted his offer. As it turned out, all I wanted was the one responsible punished, not every shifter in the city. He couldn’t understand that.”