A shadow passed over her face, her mouth tightening as if in pain though he knew that to be a lie. The soulless felt no pain but the physical.
She swallowed visibly, her expression hardening to granite. I severed the bond because I could. Once I embraced the dark spirit, I had no need of you, Feral. No desire to touch you or be touched by you again. And I still dont. The Ariana you knew no longer exists. And I have no interest in you.
Even though her words didnt surprise him, her cold dismissal turned like a blade in his gut, igniting his fury.
His hands fisted until the blood began to throb in his palms. Why did Melisande reconnect the mating bond?
She looked away. A perverse bit of mischief. Go away, Kougar. Theres nothing for you here.
As her gaze returned to his, brown contacts blocking any glimpse into her thoughts, he struggled to hold on to his thinning control. And felt it slipping through his fingersfingers about to erupt in claws.
Ariana flushed hot, then cold, as she stared at Kougar, at her mate, at the man shed loved for a thousand years.
Shed forgotten how tall he was, how broad his shoulders, how muscular his arms, as he stood before her now in a white-collared shirt and black pants, clothes torn and bloodied as if hed been fighting. Shed forgotten how his presence filled a room, how it filled the entire castle, until she could hardly breathe through the need to be in his arms, to feel his body sliding against hers, sliding into hers.
He couldnt know.
Never had she struggled so hard to control her emotions, to hide what was in her heart and head. Never had doing so caused her so much pain as it did now as Kougar stared at her with eyes as pale as ice, filled not with tenderness but with pain and a growing fury. Not with love but hatred. A hatred she must fan.
Her stomach clenched and churned. What she was doing was cruel beyond measure. But she had no choice. Her cruelty just might keep Kougar alive.
Soulless, soulless, soulless.
The chant pounded in her head as she focused on keeping her expression closed and hard even as emotions clawed at her in a wild battlelonging and fear. A storm of devastating love and aching grief that had lived within her for an eternity.
Inside, her heart trembled, on the verge of an emotional meltdown. She narrowed her eyes, dropping her lids to mere slits, trying to hide the sheen of disastrous tears even as she fought back the emotion, fought for control.
Goddess, she loved him. Shed never stopped loving him even when shed hated herself for it, for the destruction that love had wrought. So many dead. So much grief.
But the danger wasnt past for the Ilinas.
And thanks to Mel, Kougar was in danger again, too. Damn, Melisande! She never should have reconnected the mating bond without Arianas knowledge. Without her consent!
Mel knew Ariana wouldnt approve, which was why shed gone behind her back. Melisande might not care if Kougar, or any Feral, lived or died. But Ariana did. Too much. And he would die if that poison started flowing again. The only thing saving him was the miserable, mangled state of their mating bond.
And she must keep it that way.
Kougar took a threatening step toward her. Within the flaying hatred in his eyes she saw flashes of a pain that nearly drove her to her knees.
Why are you here, Kougar? Why now if youve known I was alive for over twenty years?
Youre going to free two of my friends from a Daemon spirit trap.
Oh, sweet goddess. She couldnt help him.
Struggling for control, she yanked the icy mask tighter over her features. No. Im not. I dont give a damn about your Ferals. Which was partly true. Most of his men had been as opposed to their mating as her maidens had been. Only Horse and the Wind had ever been friendly to her. But whoever the two were who were lost, they were Kougars men. If she could, she would certainly save them. For him.
But she couldnt help him. And she couldnt keep up this pretense much longer! She had to get him to leave.
Lifting her chin, she gave him her haughtiest, coldest look. Go, Kougar, and dont come back. Youre not welcome here.
In a flash, his anger ignited. Shed pushed him too far.
A chill of fear skipped down her spine as his eyes turned the pale gold of a cougars, as fangs dropped from his mouth. One moment he was standing still, the next he lunged, grabbing her around the throat with a wickedly clawed hand. Fiery pain exploded as his claws pierced the sides of her neck, as warm blood ran down into her scrubs. As he slammed her back against the wall.
Too late, she fought him, her instincts off, her gut-deep belief hed never really hurt her causing her to move too slowly when it suddenly became obvious he would.
You bitch. The words were a growl in his throat, his furious face mere inches from her own as his hot breath wafted over her chilling flesh.
She began to tremble from a combination of shock and the knowledge that without her unique Ilina weapons, she was virtually helpless against his far superior strength. If he chose to rip out her throat, she couldnt stop him.
That alone wouldnt kill her. Ilinas, like all immortals, healed almost any wound within minutes. Only if he took her heart would she die. But if she died, so too would her maidens. Her life force would dissipate, spreading to the other Ilinas. And with it, the poison shed protected them against for a thousand years.
As badly as she wanted to protect Kougar, her first responsibility must be to her maidens.
Kougar. Her voice gurgled with the blood in her ruptured windpipe.
He flinched, his gaze dropping to her neck, to where the blood ran in rivulets, soaking her top. Almost as quickly as hed attacked, his claws and fangs retracted, but he didnt pull away. His large hand remained closed around her throat as her pulse beat against his palm.
His gaze locked on hers and held as her wounds healed, as the pain in her throat died a quick death. And still he watched her, pale eyes probing, digging too deep. She tried to look away and couldnt, her parched heart drinking in the sight of the man shed longed for, whom shed missed, and loved, for a thousand years.
In so many ways, he hadnt changed. His hair was much shorter than hed worn it in those days, his beard trimmed to encompass only his mouth and chin. But hed always exuded a powerful pull on her physically, nearly overwhelming in its intensity, and that hadnt changed. For a thousand years, shed blamed herself for giving in to her feelings for him. But standing within the heat of his body, enveloped by his raw, masculine scent, snared by the power of his eyes, she remembered all over again how impossible hed been to resist.
But she must resist him now. His life absolutely depended on it.
He released her neck but continued to crowd her, forcing her to meet his glittering diamond-hard gaze. Youre going into that spirit trap, Ariana. Youre going to get them out.
She swallowed the words of regret. The soulless regretted nothing, and he must believe her soulless. No. Im not.
He growled low in his throat, the sound of an animal, his hand tightening around her throat. Seventeen Ferals died in one of those traps six hundred years ago.
Seventeen. Her mind reeled.
Horse died. You could have saved him. You could have saved them all.
Sweet goddess, Horse had been one of his oldest and closest friends. What must it have done to him to have lost so many in a single blow?
Now the Ferals number only nine, or will once the new fox comes forth. The Mage have acquired dark power and are coming too damn close to freeing the Daemons. We cannot lose two more.
Her heart ached, her fingers clenching at her sides as she fought to hide the sorrow fisting in her chest and present a callous front.
She swallowed, clearing the blood and emotion from her throat, layering her voice with ice. I couldnt have helped them, Kougar, even if Id known. Even if Id wanted to. And I cant help the ones in there now. Youre mistaken if you believe I can breach a spirit trap.
Only by turning to mist could she possibly get into the trap and out again. And if she did, her maidens would die.
She could see Kougars anger mounting. She could feel the pulse of it battering her through the mating bond. The Ilina queens possess that ability, Ariana. You know it as well as I.
Queens of old, perhaps, but not I. She needed to get away from him. Even if she hadnt seen him in centuries, she knew this man. No one had ever lived who was more tenacious.
With his friends in trouble, there was no way hed simply turn his back on her and leave. No way. Hed hound her and threaten her, demanding she help him until he finally broke through her façade and discovered the truth.
That she still loved him. That shed always loved him.
A truth that would, quite literally, kill him.
CHAPTER 2
Im not the woman you knew, Kougar, Ariana snapped. Even through the contacts, her eyes stabbed at him. Shed never been one to give up or give in.
Kougar crowded her against the wall. Though their bodies didnt quite touch, her body heat permeated his clothing, sinking into his skin. His hands fisted, slick with her blood as his gaze fell again to the red smear that had soaked into the neck of her shirt. Never had he expected to actually touch her, let alone hurt her. Ilinas were notoriously quick to turn to mist when threatened. Yet she hadnt. And despite his fury, drawing her blood had shaken him.
You ask the impossible, Kougar. She slid her hands between their bodies, grasping her wrists as she murmured something beneath her breath.
Too late, he recognized the chant he himself used to travel back and forth to the Crystal Realm.
An instant later, she was gone, and he stood alone in the Grand Corridor.
Ariana! His angry shout hit the walls, echoing back on him over and over. He couldnt follow her. And his awareness of her through the mating bond told him that she was no longer in the Crystal Realm.
Four days hed waited to catch her. Four fucking days!
Fury detonated within him, and he slammed his fist into the nearest wall, shattering no fewer than half a dozen bones in his hand. With a roar of pain and frustration, he held the hand still for the long seconds it took to heal, as the emotion swirled, then drained away.
Shed claimed she couldnt help him. Which wasnt all that surprising since he could hardly expect the soulless to possess compassion.
But nothing about that confrontation had gone as expected.
When hed attacked her, she hadnt turned to mist. Hed been almost as surprised as she had that his claws had found purchase in her neck. And when she left just now, instead of simply turning to mist and disappearing as any other Ilina would do, shed murmured a spell of transport, like a non-Ilina. As if she couldnt turn to mist.
And an Ilina queen who couldnt turn to mist certainly couldnt breach the spirit trap. If shed been irrevocably injured or altered in some way, in that way, his only chance to save Hawke and Tighe was gone.
No fucking way.
Melisande! His voice echoed through the crystal hall, over and over. Brielle!
He waited, his muscles rigid, his breath tight in his chest. As he opened his mouth to yell again, Melisande appeared, hovering before him. A slip of angry female.
Why isnt she turning to mist? he demanded. Why does she need a transport spell?
Cold eyes flinched, but Melisandes expression remained defiant. Shes not your concern.
Like hell she isnt! Shes the only one who can save two of my warriors. Why did you reconnect the mating bond, Melisande? Whats the matter with her?
The womans chin lifted. Find another way to free your men, Kougar. Youll get no help from us.
His fangs and claws erupted, and he lunged at her, reaching for her throat as he had Arianas even though she was already mist and he knew his claws would go right through her. For his efforts, she zapped him with her Ilina energy, lighting a fiery pain in every molecule of his body.
He struggled against the agony and, with a growl of pure fury, threw himself backward, out of that energy-induced inferno, slamming against the wall behind him. As he straightened, Melisande stared at him, her aura reddish orange, her sapphire eyes flashing with an anger to match his own.
Dont ever touch me, Feral, she hissed between bared teeth. If I didnt think it would hurt her more, Id kill you.
He growled between his fangs, drawing on his full size and power to intimidate. Then tell me what I want to know. Why isnt Ariana turning to mist?
Because she cant.
Why not?
The dark spirit . . . changed her.
Melisandes words almost made sense, but the blond Ilina had always been a lousy liar, and she was lying now.
Tell me the truth!
Instead, she disappeared, leaving him once more alone in the hall. It was all he could do not to slam his fist into the wall a second time. It wasnt over. It was not over.
So long as Hawke and Tighe lived, he would never give up.
Yet his hands were all but tied. He couldnt stay in the Crystal Realm more than a day before he started weakening and had to return to Earth, but once he left, he couldnt return until Ariana did. And unless he missed his guess, shed stay away as long as she could now that she knew hed come after her.
Which meant he had to find his answers immediately. Before he was forced to leave.
As he turned to begin the hunt for an Ilina who would tell him what he needed to know, something on the floor caught his eye. A flash of whitea card in protective plastic splattered with a single drop of blood. He bent down and picked it up. Turning it over, he stilled. Arianas pensive face stared back at him from a photo ID that read ANNA SMITH, R.N.
A nurse. Not just pretending. Was she living among the humans, then? If she truly couldnt turn to mist, then of course she was. No corporeal creature could live long in the Crystal Realm. Not even an Ilina.
He stared at the card, then tapped it against his hand, a savage smile lifting one corner of his mouth.
The hunt was on.
Deep below Feral House, Wulfe watched as Esmeria, the most gifted of the Therian healers, touched the forehead of the human male lying unconscious in one of the three now-occupied cells in the Ferals prison block. Long ago, all Therians had been shape-shifters, before the race had mortgaged most of its power to defeat the High Daemon Satanan and his horde. Now, only one each of nine of the ancient shifter lines still retained the power of his animal and the ability to shift. The nine known as the Feral Warriors.
Its time. Esmeria glanced at him as she rose, running fingers through her short, dark hair. Im amazed these humans have been able to last five days without food or water. That energy Olivia fed them must have been powerful stuff.
The humans had survived the battle from hell in Harpers Ferry five days ago, only to face an uncertain fate when the Ferals had realized they couldnt steal their memories. And goddess knew, theyd seen too muchshape-shifting Ferals, three Daemons that hadnt existed in the world in millennia, and the gruesome deaths of three of their friends.
During the battle, Jags new mate, Olivia, had fed them all a potent life energy, the humans included. The Ferals never killed needlessly, but neither did they hesitate to take the lives of humans who in any way threatened the anonymity and safety of the immortal races. Humans could not be allowed to carry tales of shape-shifters into the human communities. Too many odd occurrences might start to make sense to the more open-minded, and a witch hunt of colossal proportions could too easily ensue. The mortals, with their firepower, could end up destroying the only ones who could save them from Satanans hell if the Mage succeeded in freeing him and his Daemon horde as the idiots seemed determined to do.
No, humans whose minds couldnt be cleared were a danger the Ferals could not tolerate. And yet, after so much carnage on that field of battle, none of them had had the stomach to end three innocent lives. So theyd brought the trio back to Feral House in hopes that the energy theyd consumed would wear off and make them once more susceptible to mind-clouding. Theyd kept them unconscious as long as they could.
Esmeria stepped out of the cage. All three are in need of liquids and some real sustenance, though nothing critical. Just feed them the next time they wake up. Since the unnatural energy is starting to wear off, you may be able to clear their minds now. The woman shrugged. Or it might take another few days. Its impossible to know.
When Esmeria had gone, Wulfe shucked off his pants and shifted into his wolf. He curled up on the cool stone floor, where he could watch two of the captives and hear all three. The humans had been put in separate cages divided by thick stone walls. He lay in shadow, out of sight, in case any of them awoke suddenly.
Nearly an hour later, he heard footsteps on the stairs, his wolfs hearing identifying the one approaching by both scent and sound. His chief, Lyon.
Wulfe shifted back into his human form but didnt bother to pull his pants on. He wasnt a Feral who could keep his clothes on when he shifted and would just have to take them off again when he returned to wolfthe far more comfortable form for lying on the floor of the prison block.
Lyon appeared from the long passageway that led from the mansions basement. When he reached him, Lyon extended his arm in greeting, as the Ferals always did. Touch was an important need to the Therians, particularly the Ferals, with their ties to the animals within them.
Any change? Lyon asked.
Theyre still out. Any word from Kougar?
The chief of the Ferals shook his head, a low growl rumbling from his throat. I hate not being able to do anything for Tighe and Hawke. I trust Kougar to do what he can, but theres no way to know if hell succeed. We cant lose them.
Lyon stared into one of the cages. The sooner we get these three stripped of their memories and out of here, the better. I dont like that theyre here. And I sure as hell hope you can get into the males memories if it turns out hes blind, as you suspect.
Minds were clouded and memories stripped by staring into the eyes. A blind person offered no easy entry. Possibly, no entry at all.
Wulfe shrugged. Ill do what I can. Tighe would do better. He was the best at clouding human minds. But Tighe wasnt here and, goddess help them, might never be again.
The soft rustle of clothes on stone told him one of the humans was stirring, and he shoved back the grief that tried to crowd him at the thought of his friends lost in that spirit trap.
The blonde was the one stirring. Hed taken watch enough times over the past days to be well acquainted with which human lay in which cell. The blind male, whod been ignored by the Daemons even though hed been staked with the others, was in the cell out of his direct line of sight. The other two were femalesthe one with the lip ring who looked to be still in her teens, and the blonde who, he was certain, was older than the other two by at least eight to ten years. She was thirty, or close to it, her limbs long, her face pretty but for the three-inch gash one of the Daemons had opened in her cheek.
Wulfe had healed the cut enough to stop the bleeding, but she was going to have a hell of a scar. And if anyone knew a thing or two about scars, it was he. He rubbed his jaw, feeling the soft brush of day-old whiskers. Whiskers that did little to hide his own disfigurementthe hideous marks that had long ago transformed him from a male women admired into one from whom they ran.
At the sound of a soft feminine groan, he and Lyon both stiffened. Youd better talk to her, Roar, he said quietly, reaching for the jeans hed tossed against the wall. She doesnt need any more terrorizing.
Lyon grunted. I dont have much luck with terrified humans . . . or females who think theyre human. Wulfe knew Lyon referred to the night hed plucked their new Radiant, Kara, out of her human world with all the finesse of a bear in a flower garden. Shed adjusted beautifully, but apparently that had been one hell of a night. For both of them.
He and Lyon eyed one another, each looking to dodge this particular task, each certain the prison block was about to erupt in screams and/or tears.
We need Kara, Wulfe muttered, pulling on his pants.
Lyon nodded, relief flooding his eyes before he turned back to the passage that led into the house. Ill get her.
Use your cell phone.
It wont take but a few minutes.
Coward.
Not denying it. With a quick, feral grin, Lyon disappeared into the passage, leaving Wulfe alone with the waking human female. Dammit.
Safe in the shadows, Wulfe watched as the woman struggled to sit up, working her way back to full consciousness. Her blond hair was straight and mussed, her casual clothes wrinkled, but not visibly damaged. Confusion clouded soft gray eyes beneath knitted brows as she looked around. Lifting a hand, she touched the wound on her face and winced, then jerked and slowly turned to stone.
Remembering.
Her jaw dropped, her eyes at once flaring and tightening with pain and a horror few humans had experienced in the last five thousand years, and none had lived to tell about.
Here it comes. Wulfe tensed, prepared for a flood of tears and a few good screams, even before he showed his ugly face.
But no tears came. Instead, she shot unsteadily to her feet, grabbing the bars of her cage. Xavier? Her voice was hoarse with lack of use and raw with fear. Xavier!
The fear wasnt for herself, he realized. Not directly. He noted the modest diamond solitaire on the third finger of her left hand. Was the male her intended mate, then?
Her agitation grew as the seconds passed without answer. And while he could tell she was struggling to hold on to control, she was losing. The tears were beginning to spring up in her eyes though theyd yet to fall.
Xavier!
Hed been hoping to leave the woman to Kara. Like most males of his acquaintance, he took off . . . or wanted to . . . at the first sign of tears. But this one was fighting them so valiantly, he found he couldnt let her suffer.
Is Xavier blind? he asked from the shadows.
Yes. The word burst from her lips, her gaze spinning toward him. Hope and fear shone in her damp eyes.
Damn. He was hoping hed been wrong about the blind part. Hes unharmed, unconscious, as you were. Hes in one of the other cells. From the angle of her cage and where the blind male was lying in his, he doubted she could see him.
Her forehead dropped to the bars, her shoulders bending as if crumbling beneath the weight of her relief. After several, deep, trembling breaths, she straightened again, once more spearing him with that gaze that he found oddly . . . visceral.
Who are you? By the tone of her voice, he wondered if she feared he was one of the Daemons.
Were the ones who rescued you. Youre safe now.
Then why are we caged?
Good question. And he couldnt see any reason not to tell her the truth. We cant set you free until were able to take your memories of us and all youve seen.
She was silent for a moment, as if processing that. Would a human believe memories could be taken? Then again, after all shed seen, she was likely to believe anything.
Then youll let us go?
He hesitated. Yes. There was no sense in scaring her. But it was unlikely Xavier was going anywhere. Alive.
Let me see him. Please.
Ah, crud. Where is Kara? Someone will be down soon . . .
Please.
Hed given her hope that her male was alive, but no proof. And she clearly needed that proof. Hell. All right. But . . . Im ugly as sin. Im not going to hurt you.
He sighed and stepped out of the shadows, watching her carefully, surprised when she seemed almost . . . relieved. Well, hell, of course she would be. Shed probably feared hed be a Daemon.
The band of tension eased from his chest, and he strode to her cell and unlocked her door. She was out like a shot, brushing past him. Spying the male, she surged forward, clinging to the bars of the males cage while Wulfe unlocked the cell door. The moment he swung it open, she bolted inside and fell to her knees beside the young man.
Xavier? Xave? Her hand went to his throat, to his pulse. As she clearly felt what she was searching for, she sank back on her heels, gripping one of Xaviers hands, the tension flowing out of her.
Is he your mate?
She turned to meet Wulfes gaze, looking at him as if seeing him for the first time. But still no revulsion or fear crossed her features. Hes my brother.
Had the other human male been her mate, then?
As if reading his mind . . . or his expression . . . she shook her head. My fiancé wasnt there. Remembered horror swam through those soft gray eyes. The others . . . Jill, Mary Rose. Theyre dead, arent they?
He hated to add to her misery, but the knowledge lived in her eyes. There was no sense in lying to her. Three died. Two females and a male. The remaining female is the one in that cage. He motioned across the block.
Her head snapped around where she could see the one with the lip ring clearly, but her expression didnt change. She clearly felt no relief.
You dont know her.
I . . . yes, I know her, or at least I know who she is. Her name is Christy. I only met her today. Her boyfriend is Mary Roses brother. Was. She swallowed hard. He was.
Shed handled all she could take, he could see it in the faint shaking of her shoulders and the way she was beginning to hunch over with pain. Though five days had passed, she thought it had all happened today.
Whats your name? he asked quietly.
Natalie. Her voice was thickening with tears. Natalie Cash.
Im sorry, Natalie.
A fat tear dripped from her cheek. Then another.
Wulfe gripped several bars of the cage as he watched her struggle with the grinding grief, and loss. Hed expected to want to run at the first sign of tears. Instead, he felt a compulsion to move forward, not back. To try to comfort her, which was a laugh. He wouldnt even know where to begin.
Her crying grew worse, and she bent over, wracked with sobs.
If only hed been able to take her memories in Harpers Ferry, she wouldnt have to suffer like this.
He straightened. Esmeria had said enough time might have already passed. He might be able to take them now.
Easing his big frame into the cell, he squatted beside her, hoping he didnt scare her by getting too close.
Natalie?
She straightened, looking at him with tear-drenched eyes, her hand going to her face as she choked on another sob.
Look at me. Look into my eyes, and lets see if we cant make you forget.
Her head jerked. I dont . . . The sobs wouldnt leave her, and she quit fighting both of them and looked into his eyes as hed requested.
He cupped her tear-damp jaw, his gaze dropping to the thick, grotesque gash across her cheekbone, then back up. Staring into gray eyes as deep as a storm-tossed sea, he attempted once more to cloud her mind and steal her memories, but as before, on the battlefield, nothing happened.
With a frustrated sigh, he released her and rose as she curled in on herself, swept away by the chaos of her emotions.
Kara and Lyon finally arrived, and he went to join them.
No luck? Lyon asked.
No.
Kara made a sound of misery. Shes suffering, Lyon. Cant you steal her emotions as you did mine?
Shes human.
Kara looked at him askance. So? Until a few weeks ago, I thought I was, too.
Lyon caught Wulfes gaze, his trepidation about going anywhere near a crying female clear in his expression.
Wulfe gave him a wry look. This ones okay. Come on. She could use your magic touch. Lyon was the only one of the Ferals with that particular gift to any substantive degree.
He walked into the cage first and once more squatted beside the grieving woman. Natalie? This is Lyon. Hes going to help you. Give him your hand.
The woman struggled against the tide of tears, gasping as she straightened again, her gaze moving from Wulfe to Lyon with wary uncertainty.
Lyon held out his hand. I wont hurt you.
Taking a deep, shuddering breath, she slowly placed her hand in Lyons much larger one. Almost at once, the tension began to visibly drain out of her, the tears subsiding. What are you doing? Even her voice sounded almost clear again.
Kara came to stand in the doorway of the cell, a water bottle in one hand, a small bag of crackers in the other. Hes a healer of sorts. He helps heal broken hearts.
Lyon grunted. I take emotions.
Kara smiled softly. Its often the same thing. Im Kara. Im sorry for all youve been through. She handed Wulfe the water and crackers.