Bridged by Love

by Nancy Corrigan

  “Hell, no. She’d have my balls.”

  Nic chuckled. “That she would.”

  “I love her.”

  “Maria?” Nic asked to make sure.

  “Yeah.” Quinn ran a hand through his sweaty hair. “So what are you telling me, Nic? Are you going to mate her? ’Cause if you are, I will kill you. Here or in the circle. I don’t care how it happens.”

  Nic shook his head. “No, I’ve found my true mate. Nobody will take her place.”

  Quinn’s brows turned down. “Who?”

  “You’ll find out tomorrow.” Nic jerked his chin to the side. “Now get out of here.”

  Quinn nodded and then motioned behind Nic. He turned and found one of the Tanner betas slinking forward in wolf form.

  “You need help with him?” Quinn asked.

  “No, go find your female. This is my fate.” It always had been.

  “Thanks, Nic”—Quinn cleared his throat—“for everything.”

  Quinn trotted off, and the small gray wolf shifted into a male Nic had never seen before. The Tanner male held his hands up. “I’m not here to fight.”

  Nic maneuvered himself between the other shifter and the ceremonial circle where Hannah and three of his first cousins waited. Tradition required their presence to witness the transfer of the spirit wolf.

  “Then why are you in my territory so close to the full moon’s peak?” He swept his hand out to encompass the woods where several more betas waited. “And why did you bring support?”

  Maria walked from the woods, dressed in loose shorts and a tank top. “I brought them.”

  “Send them away”—Nic stepped forward—“and go with them.”

  “Word has reached our pack of your father’s death. I’ve come with those males loyal to me to offer you support.”

  “I don’t need their help.” Nic looked between Maria and the betas behind her. He shook his head. “I also don’t think your alpha would approve of his males helping a rival pack.”

  “You’re not a rival.” She raised her chin. “Besides, my alpha was thrilled to learn you chose me to be your mate.”

  “Your true mate has spoken to me.” It was a wild guess, but Nic hoped Quinn’s interest in Maria meant more than a physical fascination.

  Maria tensed. “My true mate? That’s ridiculous. Why would I agree to mate you if I had met my true mate?”

  “No clue. Stubborn, maybe?” Nic lowered his voice. “Whatever the reason, you and I won’t be mating. Now turn around and walk away. I have a destiny to claim, and yours is looking for you.”

  “And a mate to claim.” Maria leaned forward. “Isn’t that the true reason you don’t want me? You’ve decided to damn your pack by falling in love with a human.”

  He growled. “Leave now.”

  “You’ll regret your choice, Nic.”

  Before he could say another word, she spun on her heel and strode away.

  Maria was wrong. The only choice he regretted was walking away from Riley four years ago. He wouldn’t repeat it.

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Riley stood at the window in Nic’s bedroom. The full moon had risen. Soon, it’d reach its peak, the critical one-hour window when the destiny of the pack was altered. Normally, the pack members would’ve gathered around the ceremonial circle to experience the sacred transfer. The death of their current alpha changed things, however. Primal law ruled tonight—ensuring only the strong survived. Or at least it was supposed to happen that way.

  She prayed it didn’t come down to an official challenge between Nic and any of the other dominants. Nic had been right in worrying about his pack and what would happen if they’d found out about his dad’s inability to call his wolf. Their efforts to avoid the truth getting out hadn’t saved them, however.

  It was partially her fault too. She could’ve sent the Tanner male home days ago. She hadn’t. She feared what would’ve happened to him if he couldn’t protect himself. He’d already been tortured and left to die. She hadn’t been able to find out why either. Every time she’d asked him, he’d closed his eyes.

  She blew out a rough breath. Let it go. The past can’t be changed.

  It had been a hard lesson to learn too. So many times she’d wished she could’ve gone back and done something different, but life didn’t work that way. Mistakes couldn’t be undone. You either learned from them and moved on, or let them ruin you. She chose the former. It was the only way to survive. At the moment, the future loomed before her, not the one she’d planned but one she’d fight to hold on to. As long as she had Nic, she’d be content, with or without a baby. So would Nic. He and his wolf had picked her.

  For her. Not for what she could give them. Well, maybe that wasn’t quite true. She offered them love and hope. She’d healed them. The knowledge made every tear she’d shed worth it. Love had prevailed against all odds.

  She grinned and turned away from the window. Nic would soon accept the spirit wolf. Although she wished she could’ve watched the ceremony, she wasn’t a fool. If anyone caught wind of what she was to Nic, her life would be in danger. No way would she risk it. Besides, what happened afterward would make up for missing the transfer. Nic would return to her, aroused and ready to claim his mate. She couldn’t wait. Until then, however, she had plans to finalize.

  If they were going to attempt to fool Mother Nature, she needed to get in touch with the doctor who’d perform the GIFT procedure. She’d have to be placed on hormones to ensure she was at the right stage in her cycle for the next full moon.

  She hurried out of the room. Her cell phone sat on the desk in Nic’s living room with the bag of necessities she’d packed in the five minutes before Hannah had ushered her to safety. The rest of her stuff would have to get moved another time. She didn’t expect to need many clothes anyway. From what she’d heard from other shifters, a newly mated male was insatiable. Nic already couldn’t get enough of her. Once he was bonded to her? They’d be lucky to find time to eat between bouts of sex and sleep.

  A wolf’s howl stopped her halfway down the stairs. She gripped the railing and listened. No other noises reached her. She waited a moment more. The pack protectors who stood guard outside didn’t rush into the house. No sounds of fighting carried through the partially open window in Nic’s bedroom. The house line didn’t ring, warning her to barricade herself in the bathroom.

  She glanced between the foyer and the upstairs hallway. The noise most likely came from one of the pack members calling out to another. If the situation was different, she wouldn’t have thought anything of it. Tensions were running high among all the shifters, however. No doubt the clinic would be flooded with cases tomorrow. Guilt hit her. She pushed it away. Her other nurses would have to deal with it. They were competent enough, and Nona would help out if needed. The next few days belonged to her and Nic. They’d waited long enough for them.

  And I’m not going to miss them.

  She made her way back to Nic’s room and closed the window. No shifter, in human or wolf form, could’ve reached the small opening. Even if they had, they wouldn’t have been able to squeeze through it. Still, she felt better securing it. With that done, she jogged down the stairs.

  No other howls reached her ears. The silence bothered her almost as much, though. Trepidation settled over her. Worry for Nic caused it. She understood the reason behind the sensation making her skin crawl. The rationalization didn’t soothe her. Nothing would, not until she held him and could see for herself he was safe.

  Thoughts of what he was encountering invaded her mind. He’d be fighting his friends. Hurting them. And if they ganged up on him? Her breathing quickened. No, he’ll be fine. Nic’s strong and honorable.

  She shoved away the debilitating images of Nic hurt or dead. It wouldn’t happen. Nic had promised to return to her. She had to hold his vow close and let everything else g
o. As a human, she didn’t have a choice.

  Until he returned to her, she needed to keep busy. Planning their future would do that. In the hallway, she stopped and placed a hand over her belly. If all went as she hoped, she’d soon be pregnant with Jenna and Nic’s baby. No jealousy gripped her. Elation did. No matter whose genes created Nic’s child, the little boy would still be hers. She’d bring him into the world. She’d nurture, love and comfort him like Nona had done for her and Alex.

  Or her. There was no guarantee she’d have a boy. Her smile widened at the image of Nic and his baby girl. He’d be as wonderful with her as he would with a son. She’d seen firsthand how great he was with his little cousins.

  The more she thought about the future, the more excited she got, but a twinge of concern dimmed her eagerness. Many of the shifter packs clung to the old ways. Although they’d recognized the necessity of informing the human governments of their species, few accepted the human’s offers of help. The Kagan pack had, along with the ones led by Nicholas Kagan’s cousins. Many others refused and instead chose to seclude themselves from the world, living deep in the back country.

  Some, like the Tanner pack, however, walked a fine line. They took the financial and technical assistance given to them, but had reverted to the primitive laws of nature. Mate runs where unmated females offered themselves up to the strongest male were encouraged, along with dominance fights to the death. Both were meant to weed out the weak.

  To those shifters who followed the strict rules of shifter culture, she would be considered unfit as a mate. And the child she might bring into the world? A chill ran down her spine. She swallowed hard. Don’t let yourself go there, Riley. Nic’s baby will be incredibly strong, especially with Jenna’s genes adding to his.

  Her rationalization settled her nerves. She had to trust in Nic. He’d protect her and their child. So too would Sean. In a roundabout way, Nic and Riley’s baby would be his too.

  She blew out a breath and walked toward the rear of the house. The door to the library stood open. She slipped inside and grabbed her cell phone. For a moment, she debated calling. It was late, but the man who’d promised to help her was a pack doctor. He’d be at his shifter hospital waiting to treat any injuries. The full moon was a busy time even for packs not facing the primal situation the Kagan shifters were immersed in.

  She scrolled through her contacts and selected the number. A loud crash from behind her stopped her from dialing it. She spun in time to find a large gray wolf hopping to its feet. Her heart took up an erratic beat. The markings on its body didn’t match any of the Kagan wolves.

  A Tanner wolf?

  Or a loner? Many roamed the country. From dominants who couldn’t live under the rule of their alpha to shifters who refused to be contained, lone wolves were a wild card. Some were harmless. Others would be drawn to the prospect of claiming the Kagan pack as their own.

  Why they would come after her, she couldn’t guess. Unless they knew what she was to Nic, it’d make no sense killing her. No matter the reason, the drooling animal who focused its amber eyes on her would kill her. She saw the confirmation in its deadly gaze.

  A second unrecognizable wolf barreled through the broken sliding door. Bigger than the first, it had bloody claw marks raked down its sides.

  Her cell phone slipped from her fingers. It banged against the floor, and the larger wolf whipped its head in her direction. The animal lifted its lip on a snarl. Fear turned her blood to ice. She knew better than to run, but she had to get away from them. She took a slow backward step.

  Both wolves lowered their heads and approached on a slinking crawl. She backed toward the fireplace. The animals matched her.

  Stalked her.

  She glanced from their powerful jaws to their feet. Shifters turned into wolves, but they weren’t exactly like their animal counterparts. They were more—dangerous, powerful and vicious. Elongated nails tipped their paws. And if they decided to embrace their werewolf form? Their clawed hands would tear her to shreds.

  She bit her lip to stop a whimper from escaping and took another step.

  Another wolf jumped through the broken sliding glass door. A Kagan wolf. Chris. She recognized him. A second pack protector followed—John, his partner. Both skidded on the shards of glass scattered over the hardwood floor. The sharp pieces didn’t faze her guards. They rushed forward and attacked the two wolves who’d broken in.

  Chris and the larger of the two unknown wolves tumbled toward her in a mess of fur and snapping jaws. She scrambled away from them. Her back hit the wall. She watched in horror as they fought in a blur she could barely discern. She focused on the two closest, Chris and the injured shifter.

  Snarls and growls filled the room with the sounds of their battle. She’d seen many fights between shifters, both in wolf and human form. Living among them exposed her to violence. She wasn’t shocked by it, but the battle playing out before her wasn’t a scuffle between pack members or even a fight to assert dominance. The wolves before her would fight to the death.

  Her chest tightened. Fear gripped her, but she couldn’t stop them. If she got in the way, they’d rip her throat out. Conscious of where Chris and his opponent fought, she inched her way toward the broken door. She needed help.

  Chris clamped his mouth around the neck of his opponent, but the wolf John had been fighting rammed into him, stopping Chris from taking the killing blow. Both wolves took turns snapping at Chris. John didn’t come to his help. Why? She jerked her gaze to him. He lay on the floor, blood seeping from bite marks on his sides and his neck bent at an odd angle. She clamped a hand over her mouth to stifle her gasp.

  Dead. He’s dead. The empty look in his eyes told her the truth. It was one she’d seen too many times over the years, especially the last one.

  She stretched a hand out, searching for the open door. Terror kept her gaze on Chris as he fought the two wolves, holding them at bay and away from her. He would protect her at all costs. Still, she had to get away.

  Fingers curled around her wrist. She screamed, and a hand clamped over her mouth. She was yanked outside and pulled into the tight embrace of a shifter. The curves of a woman pressed along her back. Riley whipped her head to the side and collided with the pale blue eyes of the one woman Riley never wanted to lay eyes on again.

  Maria hooked an arm around Riley and tugged on her shirt, exposing her shoulder and the bandage covering Nic’s bite mark. Maria ripped the gauze off and grinned, showing fangs. “So I was right. You are the reason Nic turned me away.”

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  “Hurry, Nic,” Hannah called out.

  Nic lunged at his latest opponent, a lone shifter. Nic had never seen him before, but it didn’t matter if he knew him or not. No dominant would die at his hands, not unless he had no other choice but to take the killing blow. So far, Nic had outmaneuvered every rival either through words, talking them down as he’d done with Quinn, or inflicting an injury that left them too weakened to continue fighting.

  The male in front of Nic, however, didn’t want to talk. He wanted to get inside the circle Nic guarded. The rays of the full moon had almost reached its peak. Nic felt the pull of the mystical window on his soul. Twined into the powerful magic was the call of his pack’s spirit. It awaited its new host. If it didn’t claim one, the spirit would die, taking the communal bond with it. What that meant for the Kagan pack, Nic didn’t have a clue. He refused to find out either.

  He took a step backward. The lone shifter lowered his head and matched Nic’s move. Blood dripped off the guy’s jaw. More ran in rivulets down his chest. Nic swept his gaze over him, looking for the male’s weakness. The lone shifter’s unfocused eyes gave it to him. Nic had pummeled the guy’s face moments before. A few more punches would knock him out.

  “The Kagan spirit wolf will refuse you. It knows I’m close. I feel its breath on my neck and its tempting ca
ll in my mind.” And Nic did. Tiny tendrils of power reached out to him from the circle. The spirit wolf’s call would lure him closer any way it could.

  The guy offered a lopsided smile even as he swayed. “So do I. The spirit wolf might recognize you, but it doesn’t care who houses it at this point. It wants a new vessel. I can almost feel its desperation.”

  Nic inwardly sighed. He felt the same. The spirit wolf wanted Nic, but it’d accept the lone wolf too. Nic curled his fingers. “Then come. Let’s finish this, either here or in the circle.”

  The male grinned. “So be it.”

  He rushed forward. Nic sidestepped at the last moment and swept his leg out, toppling the other shifter. He landed hard, grunting with his impact. Nic followed him down, straddling his chest, and rammed his fist into the guy’s face, breaking his nose for the second time. Cartilage shifted and blood flowed. Nic punched him, again and again, not allowing the other male a chance to recover.

  The shifter went limp beneath Nic. Nic jumped to his feet and crossed the ceremonial circle’s border moments before a tremor shook the world. A shimmering wall burst from the ground. The sides curled inward, forming a dome over the field and securing Nic inside with the female witnesses and the spirit wolf. He breathed a sigh.

  He did it. None of his friends would die today.

  Unease replaced his relief a moment later. Several hours had passed from the time his father had been killed. If the knowledge of his death had reached even lone wolves, there was no reason the Tanner pack wouldn’t have heard. No dominants had showed, however. After Derek’s threats to take over the Kagan pack, it struck Nic as odd that the Tanner wolf hadn’t made a play for him.

  Nic scanned the woods even as power beat at his skin, urging him to open his soul. With the magical barrier in place, Derek wouldn’t be able to get to Nic. He was the only dominant in the circle. He’d won. Yet he couldn’t shake the trepidation settling over him. His thoughts drifted to Riley, and his chest tightened.