“Shut up.” My cheeks burned hot. I felt stupid and awkward as two very different natures warred inside me with their differing views.
Arys chuckled, and I used driving as a welcome distraction. I cracked open my window to allow the breeze and raindrops to hit my face as I gave myself a mental shake.
Lena was right. This was about control. Right now, I worried about that snarling wolf who didn’t enjoy being told no.
“Do you need another coffee? Or just a cold shower?” Arys smirked and even in the dim car interior, I could see that he wore not even a drop of blood. That must come with experience.
“I don’t think even the coldest shower would help me now.” I navigated a construction detour before glancing at him again. “Thanks to you.”
“Oh please,” he replied with a dramatic lilt to his voice. “You flatter me too much. Really. It isn’t good for my ego.”
“Isn’t that the God’s honest truth?” I made a sound of absolute disgust, and he laughed merrily.
I got on to the freeway exit that would lead us back to Stony. Before I could cuss out the guy who cut me off, my cell phone rang, startling me. I grabbed the noisy thing expecting Shaz or Ky. Instead, the number on the display made me cringe.
“It’s Raoul,” I muttered. “I wonder what he wants. If my vampire magic is so corrupt then maybe he can just leave a voicemail.”
Arys cocked his head to one side. “Maybe you should answer it.”
I raised an eyebrow to question his sanity, but he just shrugged. My curiosity piqued. Against my better judgment, I answered.
“Hello?” I sounded properly sharp and impatient, but Raoul completely ignored me. His frantic ramble came loud enough for Arys to hear. At first, the only words I could decipher were “Belle”, “shower” and “dead”. Whatever he’d said, it didn’t sound good.
“Ok, you’ve got to repeat that. I can barely catch what you’re saying.”
“Oh fuck, Alexa, I’m so screwed. I should have told you.” His terror put my heart in overdrive. Adrenaline hit me full force. Raoul was a professional, a businessman, and a self righteous jackass. I had never heard him speak like that.
“What in the hell is going on?” I put the phone on speaker as I sped down the highway.
“I’m at home with Belle. We’d been in bed together. I just went to the bathroom … to shower.” His voice broke and he paused. The silence in that moment was deafening. “When I came out …fuck, Alexa, she’s dead. In my bed, as I speak.”
My driving went to shit, and I was thankful for the deserted highway. I was stricken. I felt my face pale. I was at a loss for words.
“Um, ok,” I said, stalling to think. “How long ago was this? Is anyone in the house?”
“I just found her. Nobody’s here. Not anymore anyway. I know I’m a jackass for saying this but, will you come?”
I met Arys’s calm gaze and found no answer within it. “Alright.” I white-knuckled the wheel. “We’ll be there in twenty minutes. Hang tight.”
“We?” Despite his fear, that one didn’t slip past him.
“Yeah, Arys is with me. And I’m not walking in there without him.” I was hoping he didn’t mind that I’d volunteered him.
“Fine, whatever. Just come. I’m calling some of the guys for added security. See you soon?”
“Yeah, see you soon.” I turned my phone off with a beep and focused on the dark road.
“And you’re perfectly certain that this werewolf isn’t offing all of these women himself?” I could hear the grin in the vampire’s tone.
“Well, I was. I mean, I really don’t think that he is. You don’t mind coming with?”
He dragged out the silence to make me sweat. I thought he was declining until I sensed him reach for me in the dark. I didn’t wave him away. I was worried, and I let myself take comfort in his touch. His fingers lingered softly on the small bite inside my elbow.
“Anything you need, Alexa, I’m there.”
Chapter Fifteen
When we pulled onto Raoul’s street, two of our pack, Zak and Julian, approached the door. They were best buds who clashed over every little thing. Raoul glanced outside suspiciously before he rushed them inside. He paused when he noticed the Charger crawling along the block.
Without burnouts or tire squealing, I parked three doors down. I shivered when the breeze hit my damp clothing. Arys ambled casually as he followed me up the walk.
“Hey,” I said before we reached the door. “I’m sure I don’t have to tell you this, but nobody in this house needs to know all of the ways we’re connected.”
Raoul wasn’t quite sure what to think of me as it was. If he knew that I had full access to Arys’s power, he’d probably tell me that he could handle impending doom all on his own. Or, would he? Raoul knew he needed help, or he wouldn’t have called, not this time. Raoul’s face was visible from the window, and he looked like a nervous hen rather than the bold wolf.
“So, you don’t want them to know we’re sleeping together and can share power like a vampire and wolf hybrid that even Hollywood couldn’t dream up. Got it.” He flashed me a sly wink and pinched my ass.
“No, no, no.” I held up a hand. “We are not sleeping together. We slept together. Past tense. And, funny comment coming from a guy who turned me down less than an hour ago.”
“Right.” Head cocked to the side, he studied me pensively. I didn’t like it. “That was different. You needed your hunger quenched. Your desire was under influence. When you come to me under your own free will because of your own feminine wants, that will be different.”
“Oh,” I scoffed. “Like it was my own free will the last and only time?” It had seemed pretty power influenced to me.
“Wasn’t it?” He asked with a grin that spoke volumes of wickedness. Before I could reply, he rang the doorbell, which left me to choke on my retort.
The scent of death struck me, and my heart rate increased. Arys glanced at me with a puzzled expression. I wondered what he was sensing that I might not be. There was a negative energy lingering around the place that screamed of hate and vengeance.
I swallowed hard. Inside, I would look at Belle’s dead body. There was certainly no love lost between us, but this was not what I wanted.
“Thank you for coming.” Raoul attempted to play nice but eyed the vampire skeptically. “I wouldn’t have if I were you. Not after the way I treated you last time.”
I waved off his apology before the moment got more awkward. Blood and violence coated the atmosphere inside the house with a thick, uncomfortable energy, and I wrinkled my nose in distaste. One of my own lay dead.
When Arys followed me inside, both Julian and Zak did a double take. Few Weres liked dealing with the notorious vampire. He was known for his ability to make life unpleasant for others when the urge struck him. Not one of them offered him a hand in greeting.
“So what the hell happened exactly?” I looked around, but the elaborate sitting room hadn’t changed since I’d been there last.
“You guys want to man the front and back doors?” Raoul’s dark eyes flicked back and forth between Zak and Julian. “I’m going to show Alexa upstairs.”
I swallowed hard and stared at Raoul. The most powerful werewolf in our pack was pale and shaky. Even a human could have smelled his fear. He knew what was really going on here, and I vowed to get it out of him before I left.
He led the way upstairs. The air was thick with Belle’s blood. My stomach tightened, and I fought the urge to cover my mouth to avoid tasting the air.
“I swear, Alexa, I just left her for a few minutes.” Raoul hesitated outside the door to the master bedroom. “The only evidence that someone else had been in the room was the open window. We’d had it closed.”
It had been a long time since I’d been in Raoul’s bedroom. Thankfully, this was no time for embarrassing memories.
To my absolute astonishment, Arys stepped forward and laid a hand gently on Raoul’s shoulder. “D
on’t feel like you have to go in there again. We can take it from here.”
“Yeah, Raoul,” I added. “Don’t torture yourself. Maybe you should call Fox to get a place prepared for Belle.”
Fox Matthews, a city werewolf, specializes in medicine. He helps with injury, illness and, unfortunately, death. We can’t go to human doctors with vampire bites and claw marks. With Fox’s help, we had laid more than one wolf to rest within the trees and forests beyond town. Belle would be in good company.
Raoul looked at us with obvious relief but slowly backed away from the door. “Sure.” He nodded and grasped the railing at the top of the stairs. “I’ll make some calls. Maybe make some coffee. Do you guys want any?” He paused, looked at Arys then shook his head. “Sorry.”
“Make coffee. Use the phone. We’ll be down in a few minutes.” I rushed him downstairs. His nerves created a raw energy that bit at my skin in all the wrong places.
He descended the stairs and turned the corner before I reached for the door handle. The knob was cold and smooth in my hand. I must have held it a split second too long because Arys tried to step in.
“Do you want me to go first?” he asked. When I shot him a dirty look, he added, “It’s not personal. I never knew her. Well, except for that one time.”
My cheeks grew hot, and I shoved the door open with more force than was necessary. I couldn’t believe he was joking at a time like this, or at least, he damn well better be joking.
I took in the sight of the bedroom and forgot my irritation. I almost slipped on something slick as I stepped through the doorway. If Arys hadn’t been within grabbing distance, I would have landed on my butt in the mess.
“Oh, this is a nice one,” Arys remarked, completely unaffected.
He gave the murder scene before us an all-appraising glance, like an artist surveying the latest creation of another. I knew the things that he’d done in his time. I saw them through my own eyes. Arys had done so much worse than this.
I started at the foot of the bed, unable to look at her face yet. I could only recognize Belle’s bleached blonde hair, well, what remained blonde anyway. Most of it was stained a tragic red.
Blood covered the duvet on the bed as well as the wall behind it. I wondered how Belle had that much blood. A trail of splatters fell in a line across the expensive grey Berber carpet. Even her pretty, pink toenail polish was dotted with scarlet smears. I was dying to take a deep breath but the air was rank with the sickly sweet scent of werewolf blood.
Two gaping wounds caused the entire mess. One ran straight down, from her surgically enhanced breasts to her pubic region. Although exceptionally straight, a few jagged tears indicated that a clawed human hand had created the slice.
The other wound was in her neck. Her throat was torn wide open, exposing gruesome tissue and bone. Her vacant blue eyes had rolled up to stare at the ceiling.
“Oh God, Belle.” The words slipped out, and I reached to touch her but didn’t.
I stared at Belle for a long, silent moment. Finally, I pulled the blood stained sheet to hide her nakedness. My hand lingered, and I trailed it through her silky locks simply because she was one of my own. As I gazed down into her dead stare, I was livid. Someone dared to take what Raoul and I protected. His human lovers weren’t mine, but Belle, she was pack. Somebody was going to pay for this.
“Tell me what you feel,” I breathed.
“You don’t feel anything?” Arys asked and stepped nearer.
“I feel a lot of things. But, there’s so much here, and the smells are overwhelming.” The energy in the room created a swarm of sensations, a fuzz inside my head. I waved a hand to indicate the carnage around us. “I’m not quite sure what I’m feeling. Something is off.”
He studied me as he slowly walked the room’s perimeter. “The blood scent overpowers your Alpha’s fear, but the rage… It lingers everywhere.”
He stopped near the bed and looked down at Belle. He saw something that I couldn’t see, which created a metaphysical itch that ate at me. His thought taunted me like an idea on the tip of my tongue.
“Who would do this?” I asked, not expecting an answer, but I felt the weight of Arys’s questioning stare.
“Somebody with a serious vendetta. Your Alpha has been a really bad boy. You really can’t pick up that energy?”
“He’s not my Alpha.” I crossed my arms over my chest, which only drew the vampire’s eyes to my breasts. “Yes, I can feel something, Arys, but I can’t identify it. I have been around for two and a half decades. You’ve seen centuries. Don’t make me feel inferior just because I don’t know what I’m sensing. It smells human, but it doesn’t feel that way. It’s hard to pick out anything beneath the blood and death.”
His hands came to rest on my forearms, and he gazed deep into my eyes. The now familiar heat within my core began to grow at his touch. He pulled my arms apart despite my childish resistance and gave me a slight shake.
I frowned. “Arys, what are you-,”
“Sh.” He placed one finger lightly on my lips to silence me. “Loosen up. Concentrate. Seriously, Alexa, listen to me.”
I wanted to listen, to allow his voice to draw me in. I leaned into his touch and savored his cool power.
“Shake off the need to be wolf,” Arys continued. “Smell, sound, sight…these things won’t serve you here. You have to go beyond those senses. Tap into what makes you more than wolf or woman.”
Even amid the death and destruction, my eyes closed of their own accord. The overpowering smells that crowded my sensitive nose seemed to dissipate as I saw the world through an aural haze. I opened my eyes, and Arys’s midnight blue aura shone faintly around him. My own yellow gold surrounded me. I gave a small gasp. The two energies reached for one another. They formed a small arc between us like a rainbow of swirling golden blue.
I shook off the fascination of our entwined auras and concentrated. I was able to clearly isolate the remnants of energy left behind by both Belle and her killer. I felt Arys. He shielded me from the trauma that danced among the energy shadows. I could see nothing, but I didn’t need to see her because I could feel her. The killer I sought was female and neither human nor wolf but both. The energy was new to me, but with Arys’s touch, I found the idea: Hybrid.
I must have said the word aloud because Arys nodded and repeated it. I blinked a few times, and my link began to fade. I lost sight of our auras.
“Did you see that?” I asked with a giddy excitement in my tone. “Our auras joined together like some twisted, poison vine? I mean I’ve seen it in the color of my psi balls but that was crazy.”
I felt a little silly. The metaphysical high hit me on a physical level. Arys’s serious expression only enhanced my self-consciousness.
“See it? No. I can see it when we work energy, but just now? No.” Ever so slowly, he ran his hands over my aura, scant inches from my body. He didn’t touch me, but I felt his touch inside me, like a tickle. “I can always feel your aura drawing mine, like magnets.”
Arys’s eyebrows drew together. I could see the wheels in his brain turning. He was intrigued. Why could I visibly see it, and he could not?
“You never saw the colors just now? Blue and gold? Nothing?” I’d so easily slipped into third eye view, and my nerves buzzed, as if needles poked every inch of my body. I squirmed.
“What? No, nothing.” He paused, glanced down at Belle and then back at me. “I think it’s because I am undead, on the other side of the plane from the living.”
Nodding, I turned to the bed to draw the dirty sheet up over her head. I would have closed her eyes, but the shock in her frozen expression made me reluctant to touch her.
“Ok, let’s go talk to Raoul. See what he knows about a wolf hybrid.” I’d seen enough.
“What does it look like?” The vampire’s cool touch on my arm caused a small spark. “Our auras, I mean.”
In his jaded gaze, I clearly saw his envy. I had an ability that he did not. I hid the smi
le that caused my lips to twitch as we descended the stairs side by side.
“They arc like electricity between us, connecting us in the center.” I vaguely indicated the lower chakra region on my body and didn’t miss his sly grin and nod.
“Of course,” he purred low in my ear. “That’s only fitting.”
“Get off,” I growled playfully with an elbow in his side.
We followed the short hall to the kitchen where Raoul and Julian spoke in hushed tones. Zak stood on the front deck with his cell phone pressed to his ear.
They all turned to look at us expectantly, and I hated that I got sucked into this crap. Raoul offered me a cup of coffee, which I took out of obligation, not because I wanted any. Surprisingly, he remembered my three creams, two sugars.
I glanced at Arys who met my gaze with an intensity that I didn’t like. Not here, not now. Sure, that wasn’t what I’d been saying before.
“Would you mind running some security while I talk with Raoul?” I asked with a look said this wasn’t the time or place for energy games.
With a wink and a slight nod of his head, he replied, “Of course. Anything for you, my love.”
My face turned ten different shades of red. What was it with men? Why was it necessary to make it so obvious?
“Raoul, if you and I could have a moment of privacy?” I carefully ignored the other Weres’ appraising glances. So, Arys was willing to share with Shaz but no one else? How thoughtful.
“Sure, let’s go in the den.”
I followed him into his cozy office. Small and windowless, it held only a sofa, desk and bookshelf, but we could sit and shut everything else out. When he closed the door, I took a deep breath and spoke with my voice low.
“A hybrid killed Belle, and Julie and Sheridan, too.” I shuffled from foot to foot, nervous of his reaction.
Raoul’s face drained of all color, and he sat heavily on the edge of the desk. His wide shoulders slumped, and I read in his coal black eyes what I’d suspected all along.
“You know who it is,” I declared. “If you expect me to put myself on the line, then you’d better start talking. Now.”
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