Way of the Wolf: Shifter Legacies 1

by Mark E. Cooper

  He tried to concentrate on what he did know.

  He, yes, he was a he. It was a new thought. It was a beginning. His name was... it was... his thoughts were muddled and slow. He didn’t know his name or how he came to be here, or even where here was. What did he know then? He knew he was in the ground and that the tyrant in the sky was holding him down. He felt it up there, trying to blot him from existence. It held him immobile and was trying to push him deeper into the earth, but the earth cradled him and protected him from the tyrant—the sun. Yes, it was the sun up there holding him down, imprisoning him in this hell. That ball of fire that would burn him to ash if not for the cool moist earth surrounding him. Suddenly the earth was not something to fear. It was home. It was protection, and he felt panic recede a little more. It wasn’t trying to suffocate him; it was trying to protect him. It was holding him safe from the guardian of the day.

  Day!

  That was why time passing was so important. The day would pass, and night would follow. He would be free then he was certain deep in his bones. When the guardian of the day left the heavens, he would rise. He wanted to frown at the thought; there was something about it that tickled his memory, something about rising was important. It was on the tip of his brain, but it wouldn’t come to him. He forced himself to think, but it wouldn’t come clear. Was it about his first rising? Did he remember that or was it just a fantasy brought on by a mind empty of memories and desperate to fill it? He wasn’t sure, but thought that it was a true memory. It was clearer than anything else he could remember. His first rising was important because... he struggled to bring it forward. It was important because...

  Marie!

  The name blasted into his memory like a bomb exploding, bringing with it images. He saw her in his head and yearned to go to her, but there was something important he had to do first. Marie was linked with his first rising. She needed his help. Yes! She was in danger and he had to help her. He struggled harder to move knowing that, but it was no good. He wouldn’t rise until night. He felt that time approaching but it wasn’t here yet. Soon now, very soon. He could feel the guardian lowering in the sky. Night was coming, and with it freedom and retribution.

  Retribution.

  That was a new word and it found its place in his memory. It clicked into place and suddenly more words flooded his brain. His memory began to fill with thoughts, words, and feelings. Love... oh goddess that was a beautiful concept. He savoured that one. He felt love, and knew love. He loved Marie. Fear... he had known that one from the first and shied away from it, but this fear was subtly different. It was fear for something, not fear of something. He feared for Marie. Anger... that one socketed home in his head, and if he’d been able to move it would have rocked him back upon his heels—it had such weight.

  More words and concepts flooded his mind. He was coming back to himself. These thoughts and feelings were him, and he was flowing back into his body from somewhere else. Somewhere bad? No, just somewhere else. He was coming back. That’s what he knew. He would be himself soon. He would be more than himself soon. That was a strange thought, but it was somehow comforting among all the strangeness. It was a familiar thought. He was coming back for her, and he was becoming more. All for her. He was doing this for love of her.

  Rage... another familiar word. Vengeance... oh! Goddess what a concept vengeance was. He could taste it, and it was sweet. He would have vengeance. Someone had promised it to him, and he would hold that person to his word. He would have vengeance upon those who had hurt Marie. Rage again at that thought, but it was already familiar. It was rage at the thought of Marie hurt.

  Night was so very close now. He was going to rise; it was happening. He had beaten the odds and was coming back for her. He was...

  Andrew roared as the sun dipped below the horizon, and the last fragments of his consciousness arrived home in his corpse. He bucked and spat out the earth in his mouth and suddenly he reared up out of his grave already raging. His thoughts were an inferno of hate. They had hurt Marie! Anger blasted into his mind, it felt external as it struck him, making his head feel as if it was going to explode. He would have screamed, but his lungs were empty.

  His heart thumped once in his chest and stopped. He froze at the odd sensation. Another thump, and then nothing. A minute went by, more than one? Thump; another beat of his lazy heart. He had a very slow heartbeat, but he wasn’t breathing. Was that normal? He didn’t know, but he needed to practise breathing. How would he talk without air in his useless lungs?

  Pain in his jaw. Gah, it hurt like the worst toothache in the world. He spat blood and dirt... and his upper canine teeth fell to the ground as fangs replaced them in his mouth. He explored them with his fingers. Damn, they were big suckers! Suckers... he giggled. Get it? He laughed again, and moaned as his belly cramped. Goddess he was hungry! He was suddenly starving.

  Andrew...

  He whirled around, but there was no one there. His eyes were unbelievably keen, and he could tell that he was alone out here. It was dark and there was no moon, yet he could see as if it had been full and high in the sky. Another cramp doubled him over. Goddess he needed... he felt sick when he realised what he needed. He needed blood didn’t he? He had to feed. Isn’t that what he was supposed to do now that he was one of the monsters? Grief for his lost humanity clogged his throat. He wanted to deny what was happening to him, but he had volunteered for this.

  I didn’t know! I didn’t know what I was getting into!

  He wanted to howl his denials to the heavens, to the goddess. Make it be all a dream, please! Make the attack not have happened. Make Mister Stirling be alive and Marie safe, and he would do anything she wanted. He would dedicate his life to her; do her work in the world like one of her clerics even!

  I would, I swear I would. Goddess please... please do this for me. Please don’t let me be dead. I don’t want to be dead!

  You’re not dead. You’re undead if anything. It’s just a label. Do not dwell upon this now. Hear me, Andrew! You must hear me! She needs you, as do I. Marie needs you. Can you hear me? You must hear me or all is lost!

  He blotted out the strange voice in his head. Imagination is all it was. He was alone in his head and the garden both. Another cramp folded him double. Oh goddess it was happening. He was one of the monsters now, and he had to feed... he had to do it, for her. He wanted to cry like a little boy when he realised what he’d done to himself. He had given up his goddess given soul for her. She was his soul now, and the centre of his world. She must live to give his own existence meaning. He would endure this unlife for her, torture though it might become. For love of her.

  Could monsters feel love? He did. He knew love didn’t he? This feeling was the same as before. It had not changed when he became this thing. What did that mean? Did he not need a soul to feel love, to be loved? He had always thought it was necessary. Vampires had no souls; he didn’t now. His soul had left him to join the goddess he hoped. He had given it away to bring help to Marie. Yes, he must remember it was for her. After she was safe, he would think about things. There were always choices. He would save her, and then choose whether to live or die a second time and stay dead.

  He looked around for a direction to follow. Stephen had told him what to expect and what to do. He said he would need blood immediately upon rising. All newly born vamps needed to feed first thing or die again. Permanently. He almost yearned for that, but Marie needed him for a short while longer. The quiet emptiness of the void would wait until he was ready.

  The rage flooded back and obliterated all thought. He was racing through the garden toward the house before he knew it. He had to save Marie! He had come back for her, changed for her. They had hurt her! Terry Sayles was a dead man; he would have his revenge. He would rip him to pieces, literally. He would make him stay dead forever, and piss on his corpse. He would—

  STOP!

  The command slashed into his brain and took his control away. His legs stopped moving instantly, and
he crashed to the ground unable to move. He raged and struggled against the spell that trapped him. It had to be a spell didn’t it?

  Hear me, Andrew.

  He froze. The voice was in his head again, but this time he thought he recognised it. Stephen?

  At last! Yes, it is I. Remember what I told you. Remember where you are!

  I do remember. Terry Sayles is dead. DEAD! He hurt Marie.

  Never mind him. Remember what I told you about your first rising. You must feed. Feed or die, and with you Marie. Find food. I will help you if you need it, but do it now! You don’t have much time left. Feed, and go to my club for help.

  He wanted to refuse, but Stephen was his maker. His words and desires had the force of commands. He wanted to refuse, but he didn’t struggle against the inevitable this time. He was Stephen’s, body and... not soul, he didn’t have one anymore. Tears threatened again. Mind and body then if not soul, but Stephen was right about this. There were too many AML thugs for him to fight alone, and what of the vampires living in the house? They were awake now, just as he was, and they would be stronger than he. He wanted to go to Marie and save her, but although his thoughts were centred upon that and killing Terry, he wasn’t so far gone in rage to ignore sense. He would bring help. Stephen had allies. He remembered the report he had compiled for Marie. Lost Souls was teeming with shifters, and House Edmonton was allied with House Lochlain and House De Santis. Both were powers in LA.

  Let me up, Stephen. I will do as you say.

  Control suddenly returned and he rose to his feet. He looked around for a way to proceed. He wasn’t looking forward to this. If he screwed up and killed someone... but AML deserved it. If his first victim died, so be it. He had to survive to save Marie. He turned away from the house looking for a meal.

  Concentrate. Feel the night?

  Andrew stopped and tried. Pinpoints of light suddenly filled his mind. What is that?

  The guards patrolling the grounds. Feel them?

  Am I feeling their blood?

  No, it’s the life force within them. The gifted call it magic, the elves call it essence. All living things generate it, but although we need it to live, we are undead and cannot create it.

  I need blood.

  You do, but the blood we feed upon does not animate us, Andrew, despite all you have heard; life force does or magic if you prefer. All of us—even humans—are magical beings. Shifters are too, in a different way. They are like magical batteries. They generate and store it in great quantities to enable their shape shifting, and they regenerate it very quickly when we feed upon them. They are the best source of food for us. They are not depleted easily and do not become addicted to our bite the way humans do.

  All AML are human.

  True. This first time you will need more than one unless you drain one dry. Can you?

  I think so, for her.

  For Marie then. That’s good, because time is passing. When we drink, the blood connects us with the donor and allows us to feed upon their life force. The blood is merely a conduit for it. When we drink from shifters, we do not need to take much blood; their life force is very potent, but with humans that you do not wish to kill, you should drink only for a short time. Drink a little from different people, and don’t use the same ones for a few weeks, or you’ll become attached to them even as they become addicted to your bite.

  Why are you explaining this to me now? I’m grateful, but why now?

  I am your maker, it is my duty to teach and protect. You have been sleeping for three days. I have not fed since turning you. I might not be here when you get back.

  That alarmed him. Stephen was one of the monsters, but he was his maker. His! He didn’t want to think about their bond too hard, but he felt it there. It was a comfort. It steadied him. It was Stephen’s influence, his presence in his head, that calmed him and held the rage at bay. If not for him, he would have run straight to the house and a fight he was sure to have lost.

  I need you!

  Then I suggest you hurry your feeding and bring word to Edward quickly.

  I shall!

  Andrew picked the nearest pinpoint of light and sprinted toward it. He didn’t try to be stealthy, but he was so blindingly fast that the guard didn’t have time to scream. The woman had barely begun to turn when his fangs sank into her neck and her blood filled his mouth. He wrenched her assault rifle away and sent it spinning into the night. The blood... oh goddess it was so good. He wanted to be horrified and sickened, but it was the best thing he had ever tasted. It quenched the fire in his throat and belly, and he felt strength begin to flow through him, but it was over too soon. He realised his first victim was dead when the blood stopped flowing. He snarled in disappointment. Already the glow of new strength was fading.

  He let the corpse fall and went in search of another meal.

  He fed twice more and drained both men before he felt strong enough to leave. Although he hadn’t planned it that way, draining three was a good move, he realised. He wouldn’t need to stop on the way back to the city and risk someone see him feeding. He would need to steal a car as well, but he wouldn’t do that here. He wanted to leave quietly. He frowned at the bodies and decided to stash them out of sight. With luck, no one would find them until morning when their friends came on shift.

  Leaving them tucked away in the shrubbery, he orientated himself and ran for the wall surrounding the property.

  * * *

  37 ~ War Plans

  David hurried into Edward’s office at Lost Souls to find him trying to calm a very distressed vamp. He didn’t recognise him, and a glance at Lawrence and Ronnie told him they didn’t either. The stranger smelled of anger and the earth. He sniffed again, noting the others were also trying to get a lungful, and knew he was right. The man’s suit was filthy, and his shoes were muddy. He had dirt in his hair, and there was a strong scent of fresh blood. Mist suddenly became hyper alert. In his head, David saw the wolf sitting at attention, listening intently to Edward soothing the distressed man.

  “I have to go back,” the stranger was saying. “I have to save her.”

  “You will,” Edward soothed. “But you’ll have to wait just a little longer. I made the calls. You heard me make them. It won’t take long for them to arrive. David is already here, see?” The stranger allowed Edward’s touch on his arm and turned to study David and his friends. His eyes found Ronnie and his fangs descended. David tensed for an attack, but again Edward took steps. “You are hungry, Andrew?”

  The stranger nodded, but he seemed embarrassed. He had covered his mouth to hide his fangs. David relaxed and smiled wryly. Ronnie did have a particular effect on most men no matter their species or race. She fascinated them all, and who could blame them? Certainly not he. He was as besotted with her as they were in his way.

  Edward beckoned Ronnie. “Take Andrew and find him someone, would you? He’s new. Choose someone kind, please.”

  Ronnie nodded and took Andrew’s hand to lead him out of the office. He went along with her like a child, and she gave David a challenging look as she walked by. He knew what that meant. She was going to feed Andrew herself and was daring him to object. He declined the challenge, and smiled secretly to himself at her frown. Mist’s plan was definitely working.

  He watched them leave and turned his attention back to Edward. “What do we know?”

  “He’s Stephen’s child, turned three days ago. AML captured him along with the others at the house when they attacked. He knows where they’re being held.”

  “Then Stephen is alive,” he said in relief.

  “We already knew that. If Stephen had died, I would have as well. He’s alive, but that doesn’t mean he’s comfortable, or that he won’t die before we can rescue him. I’ve sent for the others—Andrew will show us where to go after he’s fed again.”

  “Again?”

  “He told me that Stephen helped him feed on some of the guards before he escaped, but he’s only hours old. He’ll need to fee
d often the first few days or die permanently in his sleep.”

  Lawrence sucked in a breath, obviously not happy to hear that.

  Edward nodded grimly. “He had no choice. He killed three guards and fled to find me.”

  “They’ll be found,” Lawrence said. “If they haven’t been discovered already, they will be by morning. We have to get to Stephen before then.”

  David turned to see Gavin enter the room with Spence and Angel at his heels. The cop trailed into the office last and she was angry. He had rarely met her when she wasn’t angry about something. She needed counselling in his opinion. Anger issues in someone who routinely carried weapons on the streets couldn’t be a good thing. When he heard what she was angry about however, he suddenly had other things on his mind.

  “His name is Barrows,” Chris said. “He followed me here.”

  “He is of no concern,” Gavin said dismissing her words. “If he interferes, I will deal with it.”

  “You don’t get it!”

  “Ah, Gavin?” David said recognising the name. “This actually is a big deal, and a serious problem.”

  “Explain.”

  “Barrows is a fed.”

  Chris grimaced. “You’re wasting your time. I already told him that Barrows is FBI. He won’t listen to me!”

  “Barrows is hip deep in what’s been happening. From Angel’s description, he was the one who tried to grab O’Neal’s body at the morgue.”

  Gavin turned to his companions for confirmation and Angel nodded. Spence just shrugged. He hadn’t been there.

  “And Gavin?” He went on, returning the vamp’s attention to him. “Stephen told me before he disappeared that OSI is sniffing around the city. Barrows is part of that and the Shadow War in Chicago.”

  Gavin frowned.

  “We will deal with Barrows when the time comes,” Edward said. “My priority is saving Stephen. We know where he is.”