by Keri Hudson
Wolf’s Temptation
Keri Hudson
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Wolf’s Temptation
TABLE OF CONTENTS
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
CHAPTER ELEVEN
CHAPTER TWELVE
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
CHAPTER NINETEEN
CHAPTER TWENTY
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
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CHAPTER ONE
Caleb Kahr couldn’t sleep. His dreams had always been crystal clear, a symptom of his nature. And what he was seeing on this night had him breaking out in a cold sweat. The moon glowed over the pastoral foothills, chilly and dark. Tamarack and balsam poplar dotted the landscape. His brother Carl was in a heated battle, growls and barks punctuated by snapping jaws and swiping paws.
The big ursine shifter, a brown grizzly about twice the size of a normal bear, reared up on its hind legs, almost twelve feet tall as it looked down at Carl. A lupine shifter, Carl’s wolf-like body lacked his enemy’s size and girth and sheer strength, not to mention the ability to rear up so high. The ursine could come crashing down on him with his full two thousand pounds.
But four paws on the ground, leaner legs, and a lower center of gravity gave Carl or any lupine greater speed and agility, which he used to circle the ursine, barking and snapping. The big bear dropped down on his front paws, the ground shaking under Carl’s sensitive pads. Even Caleb could sense it in his dream state.
Carl just barely escaped the bear’s pounce, but it turned quickly and charged Carl, swiping its massive front paw. Carl jumped over the ursine’s arm and onto his great, hairy back. He bit down hard, canines digging into that thick hide, jaws locking and head shaking to tear meat from the bone. Caleb could almost feel that tough, muscular mouthful, his own jaws clenching.
The ursine tried to shake him off, roaring, unable to dislodge the aggressive lupine. The big bear threw himself into a roll to crush the smaller wolf shifter under his massive weight. But once again, Carl’s agility was his saving grace, able to release the bear’s hide and jump out of the way, dodging the bear’s tremendous body as it rolled toward him.
Carl ducked to the side as the bear rolled past. He snapped at the bear’s face, fangs punching into the skull, the jowls, but missing the eyes.
The bear recovered his footing and charged again, roaring as he threw swipe after swipe of that front paw, black claws reaching out from that grainy brown hair. The first swipe was a miss, as was the second, but the bear had Carl retreating, Caleb himself feeling his brother’s increasing worry, even in dream.
Get out of there, Caleb thought, silently screaming as his head thrashed on the pillow. Pull back and hit him from behind! Jab and retreat, Carl, you know that! Jab and retreat!
The bear landed a good shot, and Caleb could feel the power of the blow against the side of his own head even as his brother took the hit. Carl yelped, his head snapping to the side before his jaws clapped, trying to bite at the bear’s paw as it came around again.
The second blow tore Carl’s ear from his head, pulling his cheek and jowl away from the bone. Carl yowled in pain and Caleb thrashed in his bed, muscles of his neck and shoulders locked.
Get back, Carl, Caleb silently shouted, get back!
A blow from the other side sent Carl’s brain smashing against the inside wall of his skull, Caleb’s ears ringing sympathetically. His paws and legs lost their agility, his retreat stopped by a hearty red oak behind him.
But by that point, it didn’t matter.
Another blow from the other side knocked Carl to the ground, body barely responsive to his attempts to escape. Caleb’s own arms jutted at his sides, legs kicking. But he could offer no aid, do nothing to help his brother.
The ursine put one massive paw on Carl’s chest, pinning him on his back, leaning down just enough to shatter the ribs, crunching agony throughout his body. But the bear shifter was cruel, spiteful, and instead of ending his life, he allowed Carl to live, writhing in agony, legs kicking.
The bear shifter lowered its great head and bit into Carl’s underbelly, teeth piercing the softer hide and pulling to tear it open and reveal his innards, steaming in the cool night.
Caleb bolted up in his bed, eyes wide, panting, cold sweat sheeting his body, a shiver passing through him. He looked around the dark of his West Philly bedroom, the moon bright over the city of brotherly love. He threw the damp sheets off and climbed out of bed, knowing he’d be out of town by the time the sun came up.
Caleb took the first train to Boston, where he’d get another to Fall River, near to where Carl was working. There was no reason to call. Caleb’s night visions were either visions of things as they happened or premonitions of what was to come, so Carl was either dead or about to be in terrible danger of being killed. If Carl was still alive, Caleb was going to stand with him. If not, that meant there was a powerful ursine shifter in New England, and that it had killed Caleb’s brother. It had to be stopped.
But even that wasn’t to be the end of it.
Something was wrong, something in the air that had been troubling Caleb for years. His dreams were sometimes disturbing and sometimes disturbed, as if some force were acting to interrupt them. The ursine and the lupine shifters had been at war ever since any of them could remember, but there was something new that seemed to be disrupting the lay lines across the earth, the magnetic field that guided migrating birds and whales.
And it was coming, Caleb felt certain of that. He didn’t know what it was, he didn’t know when or where, but it was coming. He could only go to his brother’s aid, leaving the greater mystery to wait.
It wouldn’t wait long.
Caleb looked ahead, strategizing his approach to a family he’d never met. They’ll need a new caretaker, Caleb knew, and I’m sure Carl left a good reputation behind. My name should be good with them.
Caleb went from the train to the bus to Fall River, the quaint old New England town where Lizzie Borden allegedly killed her parents with an axe and was memorialized in rhyme for her trouble even if she was never convicted.
Caleb took a Lyft out of Fall River to Armstrong House, twenty minutes into the countryside. As always, the Lyft driver seemed eager to make small talk, and as always, Caleb wasn’t interested.
“So, you from Fall River, or just visiting?”
“Philly,” Caleb said.
“Oh, yeah? I never been, hear it’s great, though.” They drove on, Caleb saying nothing, his eyes fixed on the landscape around him. “I been to New York a couple times… wicked, man, wicked!” His use of the word almost amused Caleb as much as it troubled him.
Caleb looked around at the bright blue s
pring sky over Massachusetts, speckled with cloud. Eastern hemlock and red maple were vibrant and green, house sparrows tweeting and taking flight.
There was something wicked out there, Caleb felt certain. He’d been searching it out for years but it had evaded him, almost as if the answer knew that the question was out hunting for it. But Caleb couldn’t help but think that he was getting closer and closer with every turn of those rubber wheels, every tick of the second hand of the clock.
A long, lonely road led through the white cedar and arborvitae on both sides, drawing them to the property itself. The huge Tudor mansion stood in the center of a plateau, weeping willows and decorative shrubbery in and around the big circular driveway in front of what looked to be a three-story home. Foothills rolled behind the house, visible across the great expanses on each side of the house before the thick woods resumed.
The car pulled up and stopped and Caleb stepped out. After a few parting pleasantries, the car drove away and Caleb turned to look up at the house. It stood like a monolith, a mausoleum. A face looked down on him from a second-floor window, a pretty young woman with red hair. But she pulled away from the window when she caught Caleb’s eye.
Caleb rang the bell, chimes echoing through the house as he waited in front of the big, walnut front doors. A long minute stretched out, and then another. Caleb considered ringing again, but he knew at least one person in that house knew he was there. If there was some delay, there was a reason for it. And what that could be triggered Caleb’s instincts for danger, hairs standing up on the back of his neck.
CHAPTER TWO
The door opened to reveal a small woman, looking to Caleb to be about sixty, round and stooped, her expression an aging mask of surprise as she looked at him closer. “Are you… can I help you?”
“Caleb Kahr, I… my brother works here, I believe?”
Her old brows arched up into her forehead, wrinkling it even further. “Oh, yes, of course. Come in, please.” She backed up and Caleb stepped into the house. The big house opened up around him; portraits of long-dead men and women hung on the walls, staring down in morbid judgment. Polished oak Victorian furnishings and brass lighting fixtures made Caleb feel as if he were stepping into another century.
“I’m Edith,” she said with a gentle smile, “Edith Mott, housekeeper here at Armstrong House.”
“I see,” Caleb said with a polite smile. “I’m glad to meet you, Mrs. Mott.” He looked around the big, quiet house. “You must have quite a bit on your plate.”
Edith nodded, joining him at looking around the big three-story house. “It keeps me busy.”
“My brother… he’s the groundskeeper here.”
“Yes, your brother… um, please, sit down.” Caleb already knew the facts of the matter; he’d seen them unfold as they’d happened, he’d prepared himself that it was very likely to be so. But he’d held out hope that it had only been a premonition, hope that he could already feel draining away.
They stepped into a parlor in the front of the mansion and took a seat on a small loveseat. “Your brother… he… he had a terrible accident; just last night, in fact.”
Caleb nodded. “I was afraid I’d be too late. It was a… a mauling, wasn’t it?” Edith nodded, slouching in her sadness. “A bear of some kind?”
“That’s what the police said. It… it didn’t take much guesswork, I don’t think. I… I’m so sorry… Caleb, was it?”
Caleb nodded. “Anybody else see this bear?”
Edith shook her head. “But there are a lot of woods in this area, Lord knows what’s prowling around out there.” Caleb turned to glance at a window and beyond, the dense woods seeming to call to him, to threaten him, to challenge him. “Odd that you should come today,” she added.
Caleb didn’t want to have to explain the power of his dreams, lest it make him look like a lunatic. Showing up out of nowhere the day after his brother’s death was suspicious enough, he could already tell by her expression.
“He mentioned something to me about a danger in the woods,” Caleb said, “called me in to help. Must be what he meant.”
Old Edith nodded, seeming to give it some thought. “We… we happen to need a groundskeeper.” She looked him over; tall and strong, black hair and blue eyes, Caleb knew he looked much like his brother. “And I… I’d feel a lot safer with that… that thing out there, if we had a strong, manly presence in the house … at least until we can call Master Armstrong and make other arrangements. He usually leaves that to me.”
Caleb smiled. “I intend to catch and kill that thing,” he said. “I don’t want any trouble about that.”
Edith gave him a little wink and a smile. “I won’t breathe a word of it.” Edith looked up, and Caleb followed her line of sight to see a little boy of about five years. He looked down at Caleb and Edith, a solemn expression on his wide-eyed face. A young woman walked up behind him from down the hall. She stood behind the boy, arms over his shoulders, hands on his chest to pull him close.
Edith said, “Abigail, Daniel, I have somebody I want you to meet.” Little Daniel turned to look up at Abigail, who offered him a nod before taking his hand and leading him down the stairs. He was dressed as any boy might be: striped shirt with a white color, blue jeans, and sneakers. She wore a lovely peasant blouse and a pleated skirt which fit well on her lithe curves.
They reached the bottom of the stairs and Edith and Caleb stood. Edith said, “Caleb Kahr, this is Master Daniel Armstrong and his tutor, Abigail Sanderson.”
Abigail offered him a demure smile and a little curtsy, Caleb kneeling to shake the boy’s hand. “Thank you for having me in your home, Daniel.”
But the boy just threw his arms around Abigail’s legs, burying his face in the side of her thigh. Abigail said to Caleb, “I’m sorry, he’s just… your name is Kahr?”
“I’m your former caretaker’s brother.”
“Oh, of course,” Abigail said, looking down at Daniel to add, “you see? He’s not a ghost!”
Caleb and Edith shared a little chuckle. Caleb said, “Not yet, anyway.”
Abigail said, “I… I guess you’re here… for his body?”
“Caleb is going to be staying on as our new groundskeeper,” Edith said.
Abigail seemed to brighten up at the mere mention of the notion. “Is that so?”
“For the time being, at least,” Caleb added. “May I ask, where is the master of the house?” He offered Daniel a little smile. “Present company excluded.”
Edith said, “Master Armstrong is in Europe on business. He won’t be back until the end of the summer, I shouldn’t think.”
Caleb thought things out, the pieces of the sad puzzle coming together. “And… Mrs. Armstrong?” Edith shook her head and that was all the answer he needed, both of them eager to be gentle around the little boy.
Edith said, “I should take you around, show you your brother’s… your quarters.”
Caleb nodded and let the old woman lead him out of the room. He gave Abigail a nod and a smile and said, “If you’ll excuse us?”
“Of course,” Abigail said with a little smile as he stepped away, leaving her to her miniature charge.
Edith led Caleb through the bottom floor of the big house, through the ornate dining room with a hutch of polished silver and china, and into a kitchen, spacious for a house of that type. A black woman of about thirty was sitting shelling peas from pods, putting the former in one bowl and the latter in another.
Edith said, “Lulu Simms, this is our new groundskeeper, Caleb Kahr… Carl’s brother.”
Lulu looked up with wide, white eyes; she looked him over and extended her hand. “Nice to meet cha, sir.”
“Caleb, please.”
Edith said, “We’ll have Caleb joining us for dinner tonight, Lulu, I’ll set a place.”
“Yes, Miss Edith.” Edith led Caleb out of the kitchen and through the exit to the side of the house. They walked toward a small house across the back of the property. Caleb
said, “A cook and a housekeeper and a tutor?”
Edith shrugged. “The boy still needs to eat, and be clothed, and to learn.”
Caleb didn’t have to give that much thought. “Reasonable. He must do pretty well.”
Edith nodded. “The family’s fortune goes all the way back to the lumber boom. Then the railroads, telegraphs, highways… the Armstrongs helped build this great nation.”
After a somber silence, Caleb assumed, “Not without a price.”
Edith could not disagree. “So it is for us all.”
Edith led him to the small cottage, two stories tall. The bottom was principally a tool shed, featuring a small riding mower and various other tools: electric trimmers and leaf blowers as well as more traditional rakes and shovels and trowels and the like.
“Tools of the trade,” Caleb said before she led him upstairs to a nicely appointed living room, a small kitchenette, a bathroom, and a single bedroom.
“This is your… your apartment, everything you need. I didn’t have time to… to clean it out, so you might come across some, I dunno, personal items. I hope that’s not too upsetting for you.”
“Good of you to be so concerned,” Caleb said. The place was neatly kept, befitting Carl’s personality. He could almost sense his brother’s vibrations still in the room, his energy still inhabiting the furniture—the desk, the simple table and chairs.
Edith said, “I’ll leave you to get comfortable. Dinner will be served at six.”
“Thank you, Mrs. Mott.”
She left him alone in the room, walking down the stairs and finally out of the little groundskeeper’s cottage. Caleb set his bag down and crossed to the closet, his brother’s clothes still hanging in the closet. He opened the desk drawer, finding little more than a few pens and sheets of paper. No laptop computer, no smartphone; he was living off the grid unless those things had been removed from the apartment.
But, Caleb wondered, by whom? And why?
Caleb sat down on the bed and looked around the little room. The cold chill of the reality finally closed in on him—his brother’s lingering aura, the sudden change of settings, the drastically bad news.
