“I just know.”
“That’s not an answer. How do you know?”
He took several steps away and then came back toward me. “Yeah, okay. Maybe you do need to go out with him.”
My heart thumped; I was panicking with the possibility that we were breaking up. Was this what I wanted? I honestly didn’t know any more. “Are you serious?”
“Yeah, I think I am.”
He started to walk away.
“Connor, wait!” I hurried after him. “I don’t want things to end—”
I came to an abrupt halt. The hairs on the nape of my neck began to prickle with the weird sensation you get when something just isn’t right.
“Connor!” I whispered harshly, loud enough for him to not only hear me but to detect the dread in my voice as well. Before I knew it, he was back at my side, emitting a low, throaty growl.
“Do you feel it?” I asked. It felt like…a disharmony in the universe—which makes me sound like some sort of New Age guru or something, but I don’t know how else to explain it. The forest just felt…wrong.
I heard Connor inhale deeply.
“Blood,” he said in a low voice. “A lot of it. Still warm. Maybe a recent kill. Or someone badly wounded.”
“Someone? Maybe it’s an animal.”
“Definitely human.”
My stomach roiled at the thought of who might be out there, wounded and possibly dying. I knew we had to find out what had happened—and Connor knew it, too.
He took my hand, our fight apparently forgotten. “Are you sure you’re going to be okay with this?”
“Of course.” In fact, I actually wasn’t sure, but no way was I going to admit it.
He released my hand, and I was aware of his movement and his clothes being shoved into my arms.
“What if it’s a trap?” I asked.
“It’s human blood, Lindsey. Someone might be hurt.” And he could find whomever it was far more quickly in wolf form. “We won’t be able to communicate, so just stay close. If you think there’s a danger to you, run as fast as you can. Holler to get attention if you have to.”
“Got it.”
He quickly brushed his lips over mine, and I could only hope that it wasn’t the last kiss we’d ever share. Could I be any more confused? One minute I’m not sure we should be together and the next I’m hoping that kiss wasn’t the last.
A sort of electricity filled the air, and then fur was brushing up against me. Connor wasn’t too difficult to see in the dark because his fur was pale blond in color, a little darker than my hair. As a wolf he was able to read my thoughts, so I focused on the task before us. I brushed my hand along his fur. As he began to walk, sniffing the ground and air, I remained close enough so I wouldn’t lose him, my fingers occasionally sifting through his fur.
So I was very much aware when he suddenly bristled, as though whatever we were searching for, he had found. I could smell it now, the metallic odor saturating the air so thickly that it made me queasy. I could see a shadowed form lying prone on the ground.
Connor released a long, low howl. I didn’t know why the call of the wolf could carry so far and so effectively. I could be screaming bloody murder and few would hear me to come and help, but many of our kind would hear Connor. They would come. And with any luck, they’d bring flashlights. A lot of information could be communicated in a howl.
Connor was suddenly hairless, and my fingers were touching his warm, bare shoulder. He was in a crouched position. “He’s dead,” he said somberly.
“Who is it?” I dared to ask.
“Dallas. I recognized his scent a while back, and my night vision is good enough that I can see him clearly now.”
Stunned, I was barely aware of a tug on the clothes I held in my arms. I released them. The inside of my mind was screaming, Who would do this? Why would they do it? Only one answer came to mind: Bio-Chrome.
Connor wrapped his arms around me. He’d put his jeans back on, but he was shirtless. I could feel the warmth of his skin against my cheek.
“You okay?” he asked.
With him so near, I could now ask for the answer I’d been dreading. “How did he die?”
Connor’s hold on me tightened as though he needed as much comfort as I did. “Looks like someone—or something—ripped out his throat.”
TEN
Connor hadn’t put his shirt back on because he’d draped it over Dallas’s face and shoulders. When Lucas, Rafe, and Zander, another Shifter, arrived with flashlights to illuminate the grim scene, I was grateful to see nothing more gruesome than a stained, hunter-green T-shirt.
“You didn’t notice anyone around here?” Lucas asked.
“No,” Connor responded.
I felt a touch on my arm and jerked my head to the side. It was Rafe. I couldn’t believe how glad I was to see him, to know for sure that he was all right. His gaze wandered slowly over me as though he wanted to make sure that it wasn’t any of my blood tainting the air.
“Are you okay?” he asked, his voice raspier than usual, the way mine got when I had a scare.
I nodded quickly—too quickly. “Yeah, I just…I’m okay.”
He left my side then, and I felt keenly the loss of his presence. He knelt down and peered beneath the T-shirt. “Looks like the real deal,” Rafe said.
He was referring to the bite—it was real, not a wound that someone had made so it would look as though Dallas had been attacked by a wolf.
“Thought you were supposed to be watching him,” Connor said, irritation in his voice. I wasn’t convinced it was just because Rafe had neglected his duties.
“We were going to grab a burger at the Sly Fox, but he wanted to shower first. I didn’t think I needed to sit in his room, so I went to wait for him at the bar. When he didn’t show, I went back to the hotel. He wasn’t there.”
“I wonder what happened,” I murmured.
“Maybe someone figured out he wanted to help us—and didn’t like it,” Rafe said, his voice sympathetic. I felt the force of his gaze on me and knew I should probably look away, but I couldn’t. “The clerk at the desk said some big dude had been looking for him.”
“One of the mercenaries from Bio-Chrome?” I asked, my voice low.
“That’d be my guess. If so, looks like he found him.”
“We need to alert the sheriff,” Lucas said.
“Do we want to get the police involved?” Rafe asked.
“I don’t see that we have a choice. He’s not one of ours. He could have family somewhere.”
Sheriff Riley, however, was one of ours. He’d play this any way he could in order to keep the press low-key and to ensure the National Enquirer didn’t start poking around for a story on rabid wolves or werewolves that tore out the throats of unsuspecting tourists.
“I’m going to take Lindsey back to her cabin,” Connor said.
“Okay,” Lucas said, distracted, staring at the body.
I didn’t remember anything about the walk back to my cabin, except that it had been silent. The owls weren’t even hooting. It was as though the entire forest had gone into mourning.
When we got to my cabin, I opened the door and walked in. Connor followed.
Kayla was sitting up in bed. She threw back the covers and hurried over to me. I wondered what my face showed—maybe she saw that all the blood had drained from it. I felt like a walking zombie. “Are you okay?” she asked.
I was beginning to think that was the dumbest question in the entire world. Why would people ask that when it was obvious I wasn’t?
“Tell her, okay?” I asked Connor. “I want to take a shower.”
I strolled into the bathroom and closed the door. I turned the knob on the shower as far as it would go in the direction of hot water. It was summer and the nights were cool, but I felt as though I’d just walked across the frozen tundra. Without removing my clothes, I stepped into the shower, sat on the floor, and just let the water slam into me. I felt like the scent of blo
od had saturated my skin and clothing. I drew up my legs, wrapped my arms around them, pressed my forehead to my knees, and started to cry.
As a rule, I wasn’t much of a crier. But Dallas hadn’t seemed like a bad guy. He wanted to help us. Why hadn’t we realized the risk he was taking? We’d met several of the Bio-Chrome scientists—they cared about one thing and one thing only: getting to the root of our DNA.
I heard the door open and a bit of coolness seeped into the room that was now cloudy with steam. I was probably scalding myself, but I seemed incapable of feeling anything.
“Lindsey?” Kayla asked as she drew the curtain aside just a bit.
“Please don’t ask me if I’m okay,” I insisted.
“I won’t.” She reached over and turned off the water. “Let’s get you dry.”
“I can do it.” Somehow I did. I managed to get out of my wet clothes, dry off, and put on the pajamas she’d set on the counter for me. When I was finished, I left the bathroom and crawled into my bed beside hers.
“Where’s Connor?” I asked.
“He left. He wanted to go back and help Lucas figure out what happened.” She sat on the edge of my bed. “Do you want to talk about it?”
“Not really.”
“When my parents were killed, I didn’t talk about it,” Kayla said. “That kind of trauma can mess with your head.”
“We barely knew the guy,” I reminded her. “But he seemed nice.” It didn’t even sound like me talking. Where were these words coming from?
“Connor said he doesn’t think it was a random animal attack. He thinks it was murder,” Kayla said. “Either one of us has gone over to the dark side, or one of the Bio-Chrome people has a trained dog or wolf.”
“We were the only ones who knew he was going to help us,” I said. But I couldn’t help but believe that Bio-Chrome was involved.
I was still cold. I slipped further beneath the blankets and looked at Kayla. “I guess we’ll find the answers when we find that Bio-Chrome lab,” I said.
“I wonder how much harder that’s going to be now.”
“I don’t know, but hard isn’t impossible. At least we know the direction to go in.”
“Unless he lied,” Kayla said quietly. “Maybe his mission was to put us off track.”
“Well, we can’t solve the mystery tonight. I’m going to sleep.”
“Are you sure you’re—”
“I’m totally fine,” I answered before she could finish. I rolled over, giving her my back. I heard her bed creak as she settled in. Then the lamp between our beds was clicked off.
I lay there for the longest time, exhausted but unable to sleep. I was acutely aware of Kayla becoming absolutely still. She was never restless in sleep. Then I sensed something beyond the door—a scuffling sound, like someone had stepped onto the porch.
Slipping out of bed, I crept barefoot across the cabin and slowly, quietly opened the door. I stepped onto the porch and drew the door closed. I wasn’t sure how I knew it would be Rafe there. I just knew. I wanted to walk into his embrace, to hold him and let him hold me. I thought about the argument Connor and I had been having. Did he mean what he’d said? Was he right? Did I need to explore these feelings I had for Rafe?
“I didn’t mean to wake you,” Rafe said quietly, standing with his hands shoved into the pockets of his jeans.
“You didn’t.”
“I wanted to make sure you were all right.”
I felt the tears sting my eyes. “Rafe, I think maybe it’s my fault he was killed.”
“What? No.” Reaching out, he tenderly skimmed his fingers along my cheek. “If it’s anyone’s fault, it’s mine.”
“But if I hadn’t gone to look for blackberries, if he hadn’t seen you in wolf form—”
He touched his finger to my lips to silence me, then drew me up against him. I drew comfort from his hands stroking my back.
“If he’d told us everything that first night, things might have gone differently. We’ll never know. Things played out the way they did, but none of us had control over that. The only thing we know for sure is that someone was looking for him and now he’s dead. But you can’t carry that burden.”
I could if I wanted, but I didn’t say anything because I didn’t want to argue with him. I’d had enough tension for one night. Right now, being in his arms was as relaxing as getting a massage at my mother’s spa.
“Listen, last night—when I kissed you,” he said softly, “I’m sorry if I upset you. I was just so scared when I saw that cougar…I just needed more than to hold you, to know you were okay. If I’d been able to talk to you right after, it might have been different, but what I was feeling…it had been building—”
“It’s okay.” I cut him off before he said something that either of us would regret.
He pressed a kiss to my forehead, then reluctantly, he released his hold on me and stepped back. “Well, like I said, I just wanted to make sure you were okay before I headed out.”
“Where are you going?”
“To find that lab.”
My heart hammered against my chest. “Are Connor and Lucas going with you?”
“No, they’ve gone to meet with the elders. They’ll be back sometime tomorrow. I’m leaving now.”
“I want to go with you.”
“No, it’s too dangerous.”
“Rafe, I feel like it’s my fault Dallas is dead. I’ll go search for the lab by myself if I have to.”
He released a frustrated sigh. “Lindsey, this isn’t going to be like leaving camp to look for blackberries.”
“I know that. I want to do this.”
“Connor won’t like it.”
Connor was the one who’d told me that maybe I needed to go out with Rafe. I knew that this wasn’t what he had in mind, but still, he couldn’t get too angry at me. This way, I could help as well as spend a little time with Rafe, as he’d suggested. “I have to do this.”
Rafe paused for what seemed like a long time.
“Okay. You’ve got ten minutes to pack.”
Nodding, I reached back for the door.
“Lindsey?”
I glanced back over my shoulder at him.
“Do you ever wonder if it’s worth it—the price we pay to keep our existence a secret?”
“I wonder a lot of things, Rafe.” Mostly about you and me and what this strong feeling truly is that I hold for you. Is it infatuation with the forbidden? Or is it something more?
ELEVEN
It’s not easy to sneak out of your cabin when one of your roommates has recently had her first transformation and her senses are heightened.
“What are you doing?” Kayla asked sleepily as she sat up.
I hadn’t turned on a light, but an outside light that lit the area seeped into our room through the curtained window as I packed my things. “Nothing. Go back to sleep.”
“Obviously something is up.”
During the past year, Kayla had become my best friend while my relationship with Brittany had started to become as strained as the one I had with Connor. I knew someone needed to know where I was going, and I believed I could trust her. “I’m going with Rafe to look for the hidden lab.”
The bedroom lamp suddenly came on, and Kayla was staring at me through narrowed eyes. “We’re supposed to take out another group tomorrow.”
“They’re bird watchers. They’re only here for the day. You’ll be fine without me.”
She combed her fingers through her thick, curly red hair and shook it out. “Rafe could probably search faster without you, don’t you think?”
She was right; he could. Would I be hindering him? Was it really my desire to help that had me volunteering to go with him? Or was it something more selfish than that?
“I’m feeling guilty about Dallas. I didn’t really trust him, but he may have died because he was bringing us information.”
“This is me, Lindsey. The truth?”
“That is the truth. Just not
all of it.” I sighed and looked at my watch. I only had a few minutes, but I really needed to share all these doubts I had about my destined mate. Sitting on the edge of my bed, I tried to calm my pounding heart. I’d never said this out loud to anyone—not even to myself. Facing my true feelings was terrifying. “Kayla, lately I can’t stop thinking about Rafe. I have these intense dreams about him. And last night he kissed me.”
“In your dream?”
I shook my head. “No—for real. And it was…amazing. Powerful. Feral. I don’t want to hurt Connor, but I need to figure out what it is I’m feeling for Rafe. It’s not like anything I’ve ever experienced before. It fills me with wonder but at the same time it terrifies me.”
“Do you love Connor?”
I dropped my head back and stared at the planks in the ceiling, imagining I could see Connor’s face in a knot in the wood. “I do, but…”
“But…?”
I lowered my gaze to meet hers. “What’s it like to love Lucas?”
Her brow pleated. “Intense. Consuming. I have no doubt that he’s my mate.”
“That’s my problem. I care for Connor, but I do have doubts. And he knows it. We were fighting about it right before we found Dallas. He wants me to confront whatever it is I’m feeling for Rafe, but I can’t do that without spending time with Rafe. And the full moon…it’s not going to wait for me to decide. It’s going to come—soon—and I have to know. Maybe a few days in the woods with Rafe will help me figure out what I feel for both of them. And we’ll be doing something good at the same time.”
“Lindsey, this is reckless. It’s way too dangerous.”
It was—in so many ways.
“I know, but I have to take the risk.” Not only to find the lab, but also to discover what was truly in my heart.
“What if you decide…and it’s not Connor?”
I felt a painful tightness in my chest. I didn’t want to hurt him. “Would it be fair to him if I accept him as my mate, but I didn’t love him like you love Lucas?”
Kayla got up, crossed over to me, and hugged me tightly. “It wouldn’t be fair to either of you. If you can’t decide, I’ll be there with you for the change.”
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