Phantom Wolf

by Bonnie Vanak

Shay shook his head.

  “Please, Sam?”

  Damn. Those big, woebegone eyes got him each time. Shay sat, kneading the cords and tendons in his neck. Gods, they felt tighter than piano wire.

  “It’s okay to need someone to hold you after a bad dream. Do you want me to hold you, Sam? Will that help you sleep?”

  Hell no, his brain decided.

  Oh, yeah, his body declared.

  Brain lost the battle as he gave a jerky nod. Kelly wound her warm, soft arms around him. It felt so good, feeling her against him, her warmth chasing away the black coldness of the dream. Remembering, Shay’s heart pounded hard. Don’t go there. Gods, the thought of losing her as he’d lost his family, the panic clogging his throat as he’d tried to rescue her.

  Gently, he pulled away from her and sat back, rubbing a hand over his face. “I’m okay.”

  She pushed at her tangled, silky hair. “I hate that you’re having nightmares. It’s my fault. I did this to you, because we fought.”

  The tightness in his chest increased. Shay waited.

  “It was selfish to think only of myself and my father, after you’d lost your whole family. You’re right. That night I was judgmental and blind and didn’t think about how much you needed me. How much my words could hurt you. I’m so sorry, Sam.”

  Kelly didn’t meet his gaze but stared at the floor. He knew her, knew how it stung her pride to admit this.

  “Hey,” he said softly. Shay took hold of her chin, lifted it to meet his gaze. “I was wrong, too. It’s normal to turn to your own flesh and blood to protect them.”

  “Maybe. But I neglected you, Sam, and after everything we shared, you deserved so much more.” She put a hand on his arm. “Can you forgive me and let us start over?”

  Start over? Not possible. Years ago, maybe, when they were younger, but things were too complicated now. “There’s nothing to forgive, Kel. Let’s get some sleep.”

  But she didn’t move, only looked around the room and shivered, her blue gaze haunted. “It’s hard to fall back asleep after a nightmare. I had plenty after I left Tennessee. Sometimes I’d wake up and wished someone would hold me, tell me it was okay, instead of being alone.”

  So forlorn and sad. He rubbed his chest, resisting the urge to give the comfort she’d never had.

  Shifting his weight away from her, Shay tried for levity. “This nightmare wasn’t as nasty as waking up to Renegade in the field. That wolf’s morning breath could melt steel.”

  Kelly laughed, an enchanting sound. Mint-green silk flowed over her body, clung to her curves. Her nipples stood out in rigid points against the fabric. He felt a jolt of hard need.

  Shay felt fully awake as Kelly sighed and leaned against him. Oh, man, too awake. Especially certain parts...

  Kelly nuzzled against his throat, giving a pretty little sigh. “You always know how to make me feel better. Wish I could do the same for you.”

  Feel better... His mind automatically shifted to sex. Closing his eyes, he buried his face against her hair, inhaling sweet jasmine and fresh raindrops. Need surfaced, chasing away the night sweats.

  She lifted her head, eyes questioning. Shay stared at her soft, red mouth.

  He brushed his lips against hers, a bare nuzzle. And then she made the sweetest purring sound beneath his mouth.

  Hello.

  He deepened the kiss, pulling her hard against him, her body so soft and warm, Kelly’s heart beating fast as a hummingbird’s wings. Losing himself in her sweetness, he drank in the promise of abandon in her lips. Thoughts of loss and grief vanished, driven away by her excited little breaths. Erotic heat spiraled through him as he claimed her mouth and felt her hands squeeze the hard muscles of his shoulders.

  Vaguely, he wondered if other lovers had soothed away her bad dreams. The thought bothered him. Shay hated the idea of another man touching her, his hands skimming her smooth skin, his lips pressing against hers.

  Mine.

  Even though he had no claim, he wanted Kelly exclusively for himself.

  All these years, he’d dreamed about touching her again. Caressing her soft flesh, feeling her quiver beneath his questing hands as she did now.

  Beneath the insistent pressure of his mouth, her lips grew soft and pliant. Shay kissed her deeper, as if his last breath depended on it, each inhale and exhale feeding him life. Sliding his hands down the slope of her back, he cupped the sweet roundness of her ass, drawing her closer. Kelly climbed into his lap and wrapped her long, slender legs around his waist. With a low purr, she rubbed herself against him.

  Torture.

  Beneath his boxers, his cock turned to steel, pushing against the warm, wet cotton of her panties. Kneading her ass, he kept kissing her, giving her what she instinctively needed, rubbing his hardened cock along her wet slickness.

  So close, he wanted badly to shed the last barrier between them and slide into her. Banish the nightmare with her soft female flesh sheathing him, the perfume of her scented hair tangled in his senses. Kelly made eager sounds against his mouth as he gently laid her down and straddled her hips. Shay nuzzled her neck, kissing his way down to the slope of her collarbone. His hand eagerly palmed one breast, thumbing her taut nipple. So good, felt so damn good...

  “I want you so much,” he said thickly. “Kel, tell me what you want me to do.”

  “I...don’t know,” she whispered.

  Sliding a hand beneath her nightgown, he ran a finger along the lace waistband of her panties. “Do you want me here?”

  Shay gently cupped her mound.

  “Or something a little slower...” He rubbed a finger along the soaked cotton between her legs. “What do you want, Kel? Whatever you want, I’ll give it to you.”

  A little sob escaped her. “You can’t. Because I want what we used to have.”

  Breathing hard he drew back, staring into the depths of her wide blue eyes. Seeing cold doubt.

  Dammit. Coming to his senses, he rolled off and smothered a curse. “Right.” Shay ran a hand through his damp hair. “Let’s get some sleep. Early day tomorrow.”

  He switched off the lamp. Back on the floor, he punched his pillow. Lost control. Hadn’t done that in years. Not since he’d become a feral wolf, allowing emotions to ride him.

  “Sam,” she whispered.

  “Get some sleep,” he said hoarsely.

  Shay closed his eyes, telling himself he imagined the sadness on Kelly’s face as he’d turned off the light.

  * * *

  It wasn’t turning out to be a great day.

  First, his plans to swipe a motorcycle turned south when Kelly told him the Honduran police would stop them and ask questions. Two people on a motorcycle broke the law.

  “Because that’s how drive-by shootings happen. One person drives, the other aims.” Her mouth turned down. “It happened to a staff member of mine as he went to open the office. They left him for dead.”

  A good reminder of the dangers they faced. Hell, it could have been her who took the hit. Shay’s guts wrenched at the thought of Kelly innocently turning the key to the building and then facing a hail of bullets....

  Instead, they rode another chicken bus. Shay had shifted into the form of a young Honduran in a black baseball cap, black jeans and sleeveless T-shirt. To draw attention to himself, he carried a live chicken, trussed at the ankles.

  Kelly’s magick had failed when she’d tried to shape-shift. “I’m too drained,” she’d told him. “Maybe later, after I’ve recharged.”

  Instead, she covered her silky hair with a bright scarf and wore loose clothing. Men still stared and one even boldly propositioned her in Spanish, making her blush. The protective male in him overcame good sense. He’d punched the guy.

  As a result, they got tossed off the bus.

 
The good news? La Aurora was only a mile away.

  They began walking along the dusty road. Shay clutched the chicken by its legs, his trepidation growing. He’d heard the whispers in the bus of the haunted village where darkness reigned and no one dared to visit.

  Hell, he’d feel better doing this solo. Too much risk for Kelly. The nightmare images from last night seemed too real.

  As they drew closer to their destination, an oppressive silence met them. No birds cackled in the trees, no goats bleated, not even a cow grazing on the roadside.

  Not even the hum of insects.

  “Time to test the air,” he muttered.

  Shay untied the chicken and set it down. It pecked the ground a minute and then wandered toward the village.

  Suddenly the bird flapped its wings and ran in the other direction, squawking loudly.

  “It’s a sign.” Kelly drew in a breath. “Not good.”

  “Like miners releasing canaries into shafts to check for gas. Looks like our chicken doesn’t want to get near the village,” he muttered. “Stay alert. I’m going to transform back to conserve my powers.”

  Afterward, they walked into town on the cracked sidewalks hugging the narrow cobblestone road. The colonial buildings flanking the street seemed deserted. There was no one lingering in the doorways, no women carrying baskets of goods to sell.

  No children, either.

  Place was a damn ghost town.

  Itching to palm a weapon, Shay nudged Kelly to the cracked sidewalk and the shadows. A wood sign creaked in the breeze, a ghostly sound in the seemingly deserted village. Goods and Sundries, it read in Spanish. His Mage instincts tingled. Something nasty had passed through. He glanced at Kelly.

  “Evil,” she whispered in English. “Whatever was here is evil, but left. I can see the faint traces of white magick. The kids. They were here, as well.”

  “Let’s check it out.”

  A woman cranked open a window across the street, saw them and shut it, drawing the blinds. Shay tensed. They had to hurry. If she were a spotter, they were toast.

  With a faint creak, the door opened beneath his palm. Stale air greeted them inside the store. Metal shelves created two small aisles. On each shelf were glass jars, labeled neatly in Spanish. Canned tomatoes, peppers, corn.

  Then he took a closer look. Kelly slapped a hand to her mouth, covering her gasp.

  Not canned vegetables. Body parts, swimming in fluid. He detected an eyeball squeezed between bloodied organs.

  “They’re not human,” she said.

  “Gods, I hope not.” Shay squinted at the spidery writing below one label. “They look like recipes.”

  “Spells. Black magick spells written in the Old Language. This is the den of the rogue Arcanes.”

  The hell with this. From behind his jeans, he withdrew his Sig Sauer and then pulled the slide back. Cocked and loaded. Cupping his gun, he turned down each aisle. No one. But the miasma of evil filtered through the air.

  “Kelly?” Shay glanced around.

  “In here.”

  She was in a back room, studying a leather-bound book on a dusty counter. Excitement filled her gaze as she looked up. “Look at this! The ancient texts of my Arcane ancestors! This is the book of spells the Elementals hid from us after they killed the Dark Lord three hundred years ago.”

  “Never enter a room before I check it out first.” Shay blew out a frustrated breath and lowered his weapon. “Understand?”

  Her face fell. “I’m sorry.”

  He gave a gruff nod and holstered the gun.

  The shop reeked of darkness. Stale air, no signs of life, not even a spider. And his own spidey senses were tingling. Automatically he scanned for an exit. That back door. He unlocked it. The door led to a square of dirt yard.

  Leaving the door unlocked, he turned back to Kelly, who used a corner of her shirt to leaf through the pages.

  “These are the most powerful Arcane spells, both dark magick and light. If I can find the spell for creating a Dark Lord, we can destroy it before the rogue Arcanes use it. The skull mask I saw at the bar indicates a partial transformation...”

  Shay turned and cocked his head. “How do you know so much?”

  Color flushed her pretty cheeks. “When I was ten, I broke into the forbidden section of your father’s library and read the history books.”

  He laughed. “I knew you weren’t into dolls. So, Miss Lawbreaker, how does an Arcane turn into a Dark Lord?”

  “It’s a dangerous, lengthy process.” Kelly shook her head. “Your father’s books didn’t exactly give a recipe. But I got the sense the final step includes gathering together several innocents and sacrificing them in a ritual.”

  She scanned the pages of the book and then came upon a separate sheet of paper, not yellowed with age like the book. “Sam, look! It’s the names of the nine Elemental Phantom children, and a record of who their parents are....”

  He joined her, reading aloud from the book.

  “‘Through a ritual killing, an Arcane is able to absorb the Phantom’s powers. He can imitate the form of anyone he touches, absorbing their DNA through his skin.’”

  She blew out a breath. “I told you, that’s why they took the kids. With the children’s powers, the rogue Arcanes can move freely among your people and kill them.”

  It still made no sense. His SEAL instincts tingled. “All warfare is based on deception,” he mused. “If your enemy is secure at all points, be prepared for him. If he is in superior strength, evade him.”

  Kelly gave him a questioning look.

  “Sun Tzu. The Art of War.” Shay rubbed the back of his neck. “These criminal Arcanes want to destroy my people. Imitating key players and infiltrating our ranks, yeah, that would work. But once we discovered the deception, it’s over. All Arcanes would be thrown into prison, the war over before it started. The enemy is weak in numbers. They’d need superior strength to defeat all my people....”

  “By creating a Dark Lord, they’d have superior strength,” Kelly pointed out. “The last one, who was executed three hundred years ago, wiped out entire towns before several Elemental Mages managed to combine their powers and destroy him.”

  Sudden insight struck him. He stared at the yellowed parchment, scanning the spidery writing. Gorge rose in his stomach as he read the brutal, graphic details. “Oh, shit. This is not good.”

  “Sam? What did you find?”

  He met her worried gaze. “The final spell for creating a Dark Lord. Using the dead, ah, body of a Mage possessing tremendous courage...and the blood of ten innocent Mage children.”

  Horror stole over Kelly’s face.

  “Once a Dark Lord is created, other Arcanes can absorb his strength and powers by declaring allegiance to the Dark Lord and drinking his blood.”

  It all made sense now. Shay’s heart raced as he imagined the possibilities. “These rogue Arcanes want to kill a group of Phantom children and a brave Mage to create a Dark Lord and in turn, he will create an army of Dark Lords.”

  Her voice dropped to a shocked whisper. “Unstoppable. Their powers so great, even the strongest magick couldn’t destroy them.”

  She covered her face with her hands. “The children may be already dead.”

  “Steady,” he soothed, squeezing her shoulder. “They must still be alive or we’d never access this shop. The barriers would be too strong. And you said these Arcanes had stolen only nine children.”

  At her nod, he felt a surge of relief. “That’s why they haven’t killed them yet. They have to wait to capture the tenth. Someone is leading them. They’re not working alone on this, but through someone’s instructions. And they need a Mage to complete the ritual. Courageous. Not exactly something you can buy at the local grocery store.”

  Kelly sta
red at him. “Sam, you’re a courageous Mage. You’re a navy SEAL.”

  Oh...shit.

  Realization struck with a sharp punch. “My twin didn’t want me dead. He wanted to capture me.”

  And the SOB was still out there, waiting.

  “Sam, he must be the Mage I saw at the bar. He took your DNA when you were there and followed you here!” Kelly’s mouth quivered. “Take this. Protect yourself. You matter more. If they destroy you—” she slipped off the triskele and put it around his neck “—I’d want to die,” she whispered.

  The selflessness of the gesture deeply moved him. Shay took her hand, emotions churning inside him, and kissed it.

  “No one’s dying today. Let’s get out of here.” Shay glanced at the window.

  Trembling, Kelly lowered her hands. The letters on the ancient parchment began to twist and turn. They blackened, forming an indecipherable smear, and then puddled into a sticky mass of ink.

  A droplet rose from the book.

  “Don’t touch that,” he yelled.

  As Kelly’s hand brushed the page, the black slime leaped onto her fingers. Screaming, Kelly clawed at it, the goo sinking into her skin like acid.

  Summoning all his powers, Shay directed a streak of white energy at the form.

  White energy severed the black mass in half, but the glob on her hand remained. Shay balled energy in his palm and touched her. White sparks crackled and surged into the black mass, shooting fiery current. Kelly began to convulse.

  The electrical shock was killing her.

  Shay pulled back his powers. Now the mass began to crawl up her forearm, eating into her skin.

  Sobbing, she scratched at it. Shay fumbled to remove the triskele and dropped it. The silver pendant rolled on the floor, beneath the table. He dropped to his knees, fingers combing the dusty floor.

  “Use your magick,” he yelled. “Fight, Kel!”

  Got it. Shay scrambled to his feet.

  A glow of golden light suffused Kelly, crimson sparks attacking the sticky black goo. Face twisted in agony, she chanted ancient words as her blood dripped onto the floorboards.

  Shay laid the triskele on the black blob on her arm. The gelatinous substance parted, forming a mouth. An unholy squeal filled the air, hurting his eardrums. Glowing with white light, the triskele sank into the mass, turning it smaller and smaller...