Second Lineage (The First Blood Series Book 2)

by Heather Karn

  Second Lineage

  By Heather Karn

  Summary

  After the attack on Koda’s life, she and her team discover the only clue to her father’s identity points to St. Louis, a city destroyed by Threats ten years ago. With little choice, the team ventures to the ruined city. When one clue leads to another, Koda soon finds herself journeying to a part of the world she’d never expected to venture: Raven’s home.

  When decade old secrets are revealed, even Raven’s world is rocked by the information, and he’ll stop at nothing to protect his trainee. As she struggles to understand her role in this new world, Koda is forced to navigate vamlure dating customs and complicated politics. And if that wasn’t enough, Koda must decipher the growing feelings she has for her trainer.

  As puzzle pieces begin to fall into place, and even more secrets are revealed, Koda discovers a terrifying truth behind the continued attacks on her life. Will it spell the end of her team and the world along with them?

  Copyright © 2019 by Heather Karn

  Published: July 13, 2019

  Cover Design by Nemo Designs

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  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or events is entirely coincidental.

  Dedication

  To Tasha,

  If anyone can keep our “team” on track and on time, it’s you. That takes pure talent!

  Also By Heather Karn

  Standalones

  Phoenix Awakened

  The Weregal Chronicles

  Perfect Scents

  Whitewash

  Black Out

  Redemption

  Freedom

  Unity

  Gargoyle Collection

  Gargoyle’s Kiss

  Gargoyle’s Pixie

  Christmas Collection

  First Christmas

  Cookie Christmas

  Evergreen Christmas

  First Blood Series

  First Blood

  Second Lineage

  Third House (Coming Soon)

  Zero Tolerance (Pre-order now, releases August 10th)

  Table of Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 1

  Even with the air conditioner running, Raven’s truck still smelled of dog breath. Jackson, the team’s resident wolf shifter, had spent the first six hours of our trip panting at me and Shannon’s feet in the front, and the truck still stunk. Shannon had been patient with her familiar when he’d kept adjusting himself on the floor of the truck, but when he’d set his head on my foot, I almost nudged him away. His pleading, puppy dog eyes kept my foot still. It wasn’t his fault there was no room inside the truck for him in human form, which had led to his current circumstance of being shoved at our feet, his overgrown body taking up what little leg room we’d started with.

  Rain pelted the windshield as Raven drove his truck down the interstate toward our destination. All night we’d dealt with wave after wave of torrential downpours to the point where a human wouldn’t be able to see. It was good Raven wasn’t human. The man never slowed the truck once. No one else in the truck appeared to worry about him being able to drive since most had nodded off within the last few hours, leaving me the only person awake with Raven. Mom’s rule growing up was that someone always had to stay awake with the driver, and I was going to obey that rule. Though Raven didn’t appear sleepy, that could always change, and I didn’t want to start off this trip by experiencing an accident.

  We had yet to stop for food. I’d thought it a relief that Lee had the foresight to pack a snack bag, but its contents had been raided already by the hungry shifters and my brother, leaving little left for the rest of us. Not that I’d been hungry at the time. I certainly was now that it had been over twelve hours since I’d eaten anything. I’d been sipping from a water bottle for a while to stave off my hunger, and because of that I needed to use the bathroom. Raven’s dark, brooding mood and expression had kept my mouth shut about it, though.

  “Dawn’s in a few hours,” Raven murmured, his silky voice soft enough not to wake the others, yet it still held a lethal edge to it. “We should stop for food. And you need to sleep.” My Elite trainer scowled at me.

  I didn’t have the energy to glare back, and I didn’t want to comment on his poor attitude, which was usually grumpy. This felt worse than usual. Sitting beside him, my back resting against the flipped up center console, I was much too close to make a comment for him to lighten up. I was in striking range.

  “I’m fine. Let’s keep going.”

  “Your stomach is going to wake everyone in the car, and we could all use some time out of the truck to stretch our legs. We’re almost an hour to the St. Louis city limits, and there’s no way I’m going in there unless the sun is up. Plus, if we show up to the gate looking like we do, the security detail won’t let us in, even with General Davis’s direction to let us pass.”

  He was right. We looked like crap. After reading the letter that my dad had written before I was born that told me to go see this Gerald fella, we’d packed what little we could and were in the car within an hour. It would’ve been sooner, but I’d taken extra time because I was too stubborn to allow anyone to help me, even with my injured leg from the cyclops and witch attack. Something about the teardrop shaped pendant my father had left for me, and that was stuffed in my pocket, had spooked most of the team. Raven had told me about the fall of the Third and Fourth vamlure Houses, and apparently the teardrop was the medallion of the Third House. No one knew why my father had sent it to me, if I was from the Third House or whatever, but we all knew one thing: someone had tried to kill me because I had the pendant. Now we were searching for Gerald so he could tell me why.

  Our biggest problem was that the address listed in my dad’s letter was somewhere in St. Louis, and the city had been destroyed years ago. At first no one knew what was happening. All the news would report was that citizens should stay indoors. Then word reached outside of the city that a few werewolves had gone on a rampage, biting and tearing people apart. Those who survived shifted to the full werewolf form instantly. Local warlocks fought to contain the creatures until help could arrive. In the end, the city was a total loss. Any other details hadn’t made it to the news stations and to the general population, but I had a gut feeling Raven and Avery knew more about that battle than they were mentioning.

  Also, Raven was right: we looked like crap. Though I’d changed out of my burned and tattered clothes from the attack at my parents’ house before leaving, I still smelled of charred cloth and blood. My makeup and hair were a mess, and a few others in the group were
just as mussed. Even Raven wasn’t looking his best. We needed to stop and regroup.

  “Okay. What are you thinking?” I asked Raven as he signaled and pulled off the expressway on the outskirts of some random city.

  “I’ll swing through an open fast food restaurant and then stop at the first hotel we see. I hope you aren’t picky. We’re going for cheap.”

  “I’m not picky. How much money do we have?”

  He shook his head. “I grabbed what cash I had, and so did the others. We try to keep a bit on hand for situations like this. I’d rather not use credit cards in case whoever came after you has access to our records. So, we’ll be eating and sleeping on the light side until we figure out what’s going on.”

  We’d also all left our cell phones back at the team’s mansion, as well as anything else that could be tracked. Lee’s laptop had come along since the smarty pants had software making him untraceable. Even though I had a photographic memory, I still wasn’t as tech savvy as he was.

  “I didn’t think to have cash on hand,” I admitted, a bit sheepish for my lack of planning.

  Raven rubbed his forehead as I pointed out a restaurant that appeared open. “Don’t blame yourself. I should have mentioned it to you. So far, I’m not the greatest trainer.”

  “You’re not the worst either.”

  “Thanks for the vote of confidence.” His lips twitched in an almost tiny smile. It was a rare sight that he did anything more than frown, so a twitch was progress in my mind.

  “Anytime.”

  Pulling into the restaurant’s drive-thru woke up several of the truck’s occupants, but they either moaned and closed their eyes again or sighed and stayed quiet. Lee didn’t even wake up, but I caught him, from my angle in the rear view mirror, snuggle into Avery’s shoulder where his head rested. Avery, our snow leopard shifter, caught my eye and winked. He was our softhearted male of the group, Raven’s opposite and best friend. Avery was also Lee’s trainer, and a much more patient teacher.

  “Where are we headed, boss?” he muttered when Raven finished ordering and drove around the building to the designated window to pay and wait for our order. Raven hadn’t bothered to ask what anyone wanted. Instead, he’d chosen three different breakfast sandwiches and ordered enough of each to feed us all.

  “A hotel. You and Luella will be our lookouts since you’ve gotten the most sleep.”

  Luella, the naiad, had crashed the moment we’d gotten into the car, and she hadn’t woken up since. Well, she’d moaned and gone back to sleep. Avery had made it an hour before succumbing to sleep. Now that Raven was talking, I had a feeling that they’d fallen asleep on purpose, so that some of the team would be rested for an emergency.

  “Sounds good, boss.”

  With a sigh, Raven sat his head back against the headrest, his eyes unfocused as he waited to pay. It was the first time that I’d seen him look tired tonight. Maybe the thought of a soft, warm bed was as tempting for him as it was for me.

  “You should stop calling me that, Avery. I’m not your boss right now, and we have to blend in.”

  “You’re still the team leader though,” the shifter chuckled. “Don’t think you’re going to give up that position so easily. No one else wants it.”

  An older woman opened the window to the building and requested payment, and her scent drifted to me. When she closed the window, Raven turned his face toward me and gave me a sly grin, which wasn’t the same as a happy smile, so it didn’t count.

  “What is she?” he murmured in an even softer voice.

  So, even though we were undercover as normal citizens, my training continued.

  “Wolf shifter.”

  “Good. And the two men with her?”

  The two men with her? I hadn’t even bothered to notice them. Slapping a hand over my face, I blamed my foggy brain for missing them.

  “I don’t know. I kind of wasn’t paying attention.”

  A soft growl escaped Raven’s lips and I whipped my head around to face him. “Use your nose, Koda. Pay attention. It’ll be the difference between life and death. What do you smell?”

  Closing my eyes and refusing to think about an irritated Raven sitting beside me, I breathed in again. Grease was high on the scent radar. It permeated everything. Then there was the wolf shifter at the window, who should be giving Raven his change back any second. Breathing again, I searched past the other scents to focus on new ones. They were musky, yet clean, an odd scent that could only belong to one shifter species.

  “Bear.” My eyes popped open as the female wolf shifter opened the window to hand Raven his change and to warn him our sandwiches would take just a minute longer. “They’re both black bear shifters.”

  “Good. Anything else you want to add?”

  “Is there anything I’m supposed to add?”

  Raven shot me a glare. “Seriously?”

  I rolled my eyes, my exhaustion and hunger leaving me playing a dangerous game with my less than patient trainer. It left me without much sense of self preservation. Letting my head fall back, I sighed and reached out with all of my senses.

  Tinges of conversation met my sensitive ears, and I perked up. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t make out a single word, but I could still hear the voices. It was the two men holding a conversation, and it irritated me that I couldn’t eavesdrop.

  “Can you hear what they’re saying?” I murmured to Raven, tipping my head toward him and opening my eyes. He was already staring at me, putting our faces inches apart.

  “Yes, but I am a bit closer to them.”

  “One sounds like he’s from a southern state. He has a drawl.”

  “Correct.” Raven cocked a grin at me. “He’s not quite a gentleman, though.”

  Arching an eyebrow at him, I was ready to ask if I even wanted to know what that meant when the woman opened the window again, this time with our food. She handed out three bags and bid us a goodnight before going back to her business inside. Shannon shifted beside me at the smell of the food as Raven rolled his window and I dropped a bag in her lap. The heat from the bag and the contact woke her with a start, causing the witch to kick out, nailing Jackson in the side. His growl was menacing as he jerked awake, baring his teeth in our direction. When he saw who he threatened, his lips lowered and his ears flipped back to lay against his head, appearing as remorseful as a wolf his size could.

  “I’m so sorry, Jacks,” Shannon crooned, leaning forward to stroke her familiar’s head. “I didn’t mean to kick you.” He licked the back of her hand in his own form of apology, then glared at me. Was it that obvious I’d been the cause of this situation?

  I shrugged. “Am I really supposed to hold three bags of food? If so, I get to eat them all.”

  “Not without me,” Raven grumbled, his sour mood returning as he pulled out onto the highway and directly into a gas station. “Shannon, take your dog for a walk inside and grab us all something to drink. I think he could use some time to stretch his legs and an attitude adjustment. And prepay the gas, won’t you?”

  Jackson raised his upper lip in a silent snarl, which I would never have dared to turn on Raven, but my trainer shocked me by chuckling as he climbed from the truck. The wolf shifter soothed under Shannon’s hand as she ran it along his back before she opened the truck door.

  “He’s tired, Jacks. And hungry. Maybe next time you all should remember to leave something for the rest of us to eat, especially the person who’s driving.” While Shannon’s tone was gentle, her words had the desired effect. Jackson deflated as Avery agreed, shaking Lee to wake him.

  “You’d better go grab something to drink and prepay that gas before Raven has to come back to remind you,” Avery murmured to Shannon. “You know he won’t be too pleased to wait for you.”

  “On our way.”

  The witch slid from the truck and waited for Jackson to finagle his way out as well. In the end, he shifted to his skin without warning, giving me an undesired view of him before I could
slam my eyes shut. His chuckle followed him out of the cab, and when it turned to canine chuffing, I opened my eyes a fraction to glare at him. Jackson gave me a toothy grin before turning tail to follow Shannon into the gas station.

  Avery leaned forward in the middle seat and set a hand on my shoulder. “How are you holding up, Koda?”

  I shrugged. “It’s pretty clear that chances of us finding anything are about half a percent at the most. Considering that, I’m fine. Don’t hold out hope is my new motto.”

  “And what about the attack? Now that you’ve had some time to adjust to your friend Clara allowing the Witch and Chameleon to attack you and all of that?”

  Craning my head so I could barely see him, I drew my eyebrows low over my eyes. “Did Raven put you up to this line of questioning?”

  “Nope. It’s all me.”

  Luella jumped in after a loud yawn, and from my angle, I couldn’t see her. “Raven is good at making sure we’re all physically safe, but sometimes he isn’t as intent on our psychological welfare. Not to say he’s cold, but our Captain isn’t as breakable on the inside as most people. At least that’s how he portrays himself.”

  “He’s not emotionless,” Avery hissed back as the pump finished filling the gas tank. “He’s just had more practice holding back his emotions and not falling apart, but that doesn’t mean he hasn’t dealt with loss and suffering.”

  “I didn’t say he was emotionless. He’s always grumpy,” Luella snickered. “Or at least he was until Koda drank his blood.”

  The truck door opened before I could retaliate against her implication. Focusing my attention out the windshield after sitting straight forward again, I was jostled a little as Raven pulled himself back into the driver’s seat. Now that I’d drank blood, I was a bit more graceful and strong, allowing me to not have to crawl into the tall truck. Shannon, on the other hand, wasn’t gifted with my height, and as she and Jackson returned with our drinks, she appeared quite small.