Way of the Wolf: Shifter Legacies 1
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“I’m so sorry, Andrew. When she wakes up, she’ll need you more than ever. She’ll need a friend who knew her before…” he gestured at her corpse. “Before this.”
Andrew nodded grimly. “The first rising is... was not easy.”
“Find the keys to the cages and let everyone out, would you? I’m going to feed Stephen so we can get out of here.”
Andrew nodded and went to search the bodies for the keys.
“Be careful,” Edward warned as David approached Stephen’s cage. “He’s barely sane.”
He could see that. There was no way he was letting Stephen near his throat in this condition. “Will he feed from a wrist?”
“He’s starving. He will latch on to anything he can reach.”
He didn’t doubt that for a minute. “Here goes then.”
He tentatively reached toward the bars, and Stephen’s attention became rapt. The moment he was within reach, the vampire lunged and pulled his arm through the bars. The bite wasn’t as painful as he had thought it might be; sudden and sharp, yes, but the pain dulled quickly replaced by bliss.
“Oh goddess,” he hissed, his eyes half-lidded in pleasure at the sensation. His body reacted fiercely and he wanted to thrust with his hips. The thought was humiliating, considering those present in the room, but true nonetheless. “Oh,” he groaned as Stephen drank away his power. He felt it flowing out with his blood and it felt wonderful. No wonder the thrill seekers became addicted. He wanted Stephen to take it all, but he was sated all too soon.
David wanted to protest when his friend stopped feeding and licked the wounds clean to seal them. Vamp saliva had healing properties. Stephen nodded his thanks; he was himself again.
Andrew opened all the cages, letting the prisoners out. They milled about excitedly, babbling their gratitude and asking questions. He ignored them to give David the keys before going back to keep vigil over Marie. David unlocked Stephen’s cage and the vampire stepped out.
“Are Elizabeth and Lee with you?”
“David’s wolves are upstairs fighting AML,” Edward reported. “Gavin claimed the false Arcadian for himself, but said he would need help with Arcadian’s brood. So he commandeered our vampires to help him. All of them are here. I had feared that Terry had fallen, but now…”
Stephen nodded, but his eyes were for Marie. “Arcadian subverted him somehow. I can feel that Danyelle is nearby enjoying herself, and Charles is... well, you know Charles. He feels grim, but then he always does. They’re fine I think.”
David smiled; he liked Charles though he was a little grim. Maybe dour was a better word for what he was. They had hit it off right away. A case of opposites attracting maybe.
“I must blood oath Elizabeth and Lee upon our return home,” Stephen went on. “I’ve had time to regret my decision not to do that earlier. I will rectify that before dawn.”
“Stephen!” Andrew called. “I feel her. I think she’s coming back to herself.”
“I feel her too. She will wake hungry as you did. I shall feed her.”
“I could do that,” David said trying not to sound too eager to feel that ecstasy again so soon. “I feel fine.”
Stephen smiled, not fooled in the least. “I’m sure she would enjoy you, David, as did I. Thank you for the offer, but her first meal needs to be from me. Arcadian’s blood runs in her veins. She is his child and because of that unhappy circumstance, he can command her from a distance as I can with Charles and Danyelle. My blood should counter his sufficiently to weaken his control over her. When he dies at Gavin’s hand tonight, as I don’t doubt that he will, his blood will lose its power over her and she will automatically bond with me. She will become a vampire of my line. Perhaps you will offer again tomorrow? She will need to feed often at first.”
He nodded eagerly, and Stephen smiled.
David left his friends to attend to Marie, and wandered through the house looking for Gavin. All he found were bodies and naked shifters looking for friends among the dead and wounded. He thanked the goddess there weren’t many of the former, though there were some. He hoped the missing faces would turn up but braced himself for some bad news tomorrow. He headed outside and found Gavin standing over a headless vampire. His heart sank when he recognised Angel lying upon the ground between the two corpses with Flex and the cop kneeling next to her.
“Gavin?” he said. “Is Arcadian dead?”
Gavin nodded to the decapitated corpse furthest away.
David’s eyes drifted from it to the fallen woman. “Is she...?”
“She will be well. I will see to it,” Gavin said grimly and went to tend Angel.
David watched him ignore the cop’s protests to borrow a knife from Flex and slash his wrist. He offered the girl his blood.
Lawrence chose that moment to arrive. “Is she...?”
“No. Gavin will fix it.”
“Damn. That sucks,” Lawrence said and grimaced at the double entendre. “She’ll hate being a vamp.”
“I don’t know about that. She has a thing for Gavin, and so does Spence come to that. Have you seen him?”
“He’s okay. I saw him chasing a vamp around the pool out back.”
David smiled as he imagined that.
“What will happen, Mister Gavin? I’m scared,” Angel said in a weakening voice. Flex looked on grimly, and the cop looked scared.
“There’s nothing to fear. You will fall into a sleep without dreams, and when you wake, you’ll be well again. Stronger than ever, Angel.”
She smiled. “You called me Angel. I... win...” she whispered and closed her eyes.
“Now none of that!” Gavin cried and slapped her cheek lightly.
“Ow!” Angel cried, blinking around vaguely. “What did you do that for? I’m so tired.”
“Drink, Angel, and you may sleep.” Gavin offered his dripping wrist. Angel grimaced at the taste. “Drink. Don’t think about what it is. Pretend its tequila.”
“I don’t like tequila.”
“Then pretend it’s that poor excuse for beer you like.”
Angel swallowed and grimaced but she kept at it and managed to down a few mouthfuls before falling unconscious. Gavin withdrew his wrist frowning at the girl, but unwilling to risk her choking.
“Will it be enough?” the cop said.
“I hope so. If she doesn’t die, it will definitely be enough for the bonding.”
“Like Stephen and Edward?”
Gavin nodded.
“And if she dies?”
“Then in three days I will be a father for the first time in centuries... if she swallowed enough of my blood and if it works.”
The cop frowned at that but David understood what he meant by it. Turning someone wasn’t the same as being changed into a shifter. Lycanthropy was a sure thing unless outside intervention occurred; even then, the serum wasn’t infallible. Turning someone into a vamp was chancy at best. It involved the death of the recipient for one thing, so no second chances and it didn’t always work. Sometimes they simply failed to come back. No one knew why.
Gavin sat back on his heels. “Detective?”
She looked up from Angel’s peaceful face. “Yeah?” her eyes widened as his gaze caught and held hers. “Awww crap...” she began but then her expression turned vague and her pupils dilated.
“Forget...” Gavin began to chant. “Forget...”
David shook his head and beckoned to Lawrence. “When he’s done, take her home. Her car is outside the club. Better deal with that too.”
“I’ll take care of it.”
David watched as Gavin erased the cop’s memory of all that had happened to her, all the way back to before they had met. She wouldn’t remember a thing. When Gavin was done, he instructed her to sleep and Lawrence carried her away. David frowned as he contemplated how odd his life was now, compared with how he’d lived it before. He could never have imagined back then the things he took in stride daily now. It was a very strange world they all lived in, and
his was a very strange life.
But fun, Mist opined.
Sometimes.
Gavin scooped Angel up into his arms and began walking away without a word. Flex put fingers to his mouth and blasted a piercing whistle into the night to summon his gang. They spilled out of the house and chased after Gavin, carrying various valuables they had found. David shook his head at some of the odd stuff they had filched. When would they ever have need of fancy armour and helmets? Maybe they could find a buyer who wouldn’t ask questions. Flex watched them go for a moment before retrieving the Arcadian’s fallen sword.
“Nice bit of metal,” he said admiring the ancient elven blade. He nodded to David in silence and followed his friends into the night.
David gathered up both pieces of Arcadian. Barrows would demand proof the deed was done. He put the body over his shoulder and carried the head dangling by its hair into the house. He found Ronnie attending to Darrin. He had a broken arm. Shifters healed so fast that broken bones could set crooked. She was in the process of re-breaking the arm by the looks of it. Darrin shouted as she braced the limb and struck it a hard blow.
“You big baby,” she muttered pulling and twisting. Darrin screamed and nearly fainted from the pain. His face went shockingly pale. “There. That’s much better. Change it now.”
The arm flowed with fur and back to skin. He sighed in relief and worked the limb to check its motion. It looked good to David’s expert eye.
“Thanks, Ronnie. Any time I can break your bones for you, let me know. It will be my pleasure.”
She laughed and punched his shoulder lightly.
“Ronnie!” David called. “Catch!” He threw the head to her and she caught it nimbly. “One Arcadian by name.”
She juggled the head and held it up to study its face. “Doesn’t look like much, does he?”
“Not anymore.”
“We’re done then? I saw Edward and Stephen leaving a few moments ago. They had Michael and that girl with them.”
He nodded. “Follow me, and bring that with you.”
Together they left the house and carried Arcadian out to the drive. He dropped his burden in the middle of the gravelled road leading up to the house, and Ronnie placed the head neatly on top for Barrows to find. He turned back to study the mansion as his pack straggled outside weighted down with loot. They laughed and joked with each other as they excitedly recalled and described the fighting.
He glanced at Darrin as he arrived, and then at Ronnie, thinking about all the bodies inside. “Burn it.”
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Epilogue
Chris startled awake and dropped her keys. She retrieved them from the floor of her car and frowned into the night. She had parked in her building’s lot, but she didn’t remember doing it or even driving home. She must be more tired than she’d thought. She climbed out of the car and locked up, but before she could head inside to find her bed, she noticed someone standing on the far side of the lot watching her. Her hand wandered to the small of her back and her backup weapon, but the guy wasn’t doing anything wrong. Maybe he was waiting for the bus. The stop was right around there.
She watched him watching her, but he did nothing else. He was a big guy, and heavily muscled. He must spend a lot of time working out. She liked the look, but could never find the time herself. Her caseload was always too heavy for gym time. She used to work out, and back in the day she’d done some kick-boxing at the academy, but she hadn’t done any since gaining her gold shield. She just couldn’t find the time any more. She sucked in her gut, but scowled when she realised what she was doing. She let it out again, wondering why she cared what he thought.
Just then, a car pulled up and he walked away from her toward it. He had a great butt. She watched him climb into the car a little regretfully, and turned toward her building and the empty apartment and bed it contained.
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First published by Impulse Books UK May 2014
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Special thanks go to Dave Milne, Michael Russell-Mott, Irene Blackburn, Thom Fitzgibbon, and John Bradley for all their help in making this series better than any one person could alone.
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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
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br /> 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
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