by C. T. Adams
Dear Readers,
Welcome back to the world of the Sazi, and to a whole new chapter in the world. Those who have come to love and fear Tony Giodone will get to meet a brand new alpha male this time. The readers have spoken—and you’ll get to learn more about the enigmatic Monier clan (or perhaps you’ll only discover new questions to ask!).
Antoine Monier is the representative for the werecats on the Sazi council. He is a powerful cougar, a seer of future events, and he is very used to getting his way. But when he discovers a gorgeous Turkish-American woman named Tahira Kuric in a German jail, he learns that not all the shapeshifting cats in the world answer to him. Tahira and her brother Rabi are part of the Hayalet Kabile, a mysterious “ghost tribe” of Caspian Tiger shifters from the Iranian/Turkish borderlands. Featured too will be the oh-so-bad representative for the snakes, Ahmad al-Narmer, as well as a host of other people who live in the Sazi universe.
One of our goals for this alternate reality is to show that despite cultural differences, country borders, and prejudice, people are people, whether human, shifter or somewhere in between. For every bad shifter, there is a good one, and gray is a far more frequent occurrence in the real world than simple black and white. Evil can lurk in the hearts of the best of men, and there can be some nobility in the darkest of souls. But there’s one difference in our world—always, but always—love conquers all!
We hope you enjoy this next installment in the Sazi world. And never fear! Tony will be back sooner than you can say Mafioso!
PRAISE FOR THE WORLD OF THE SAZI
Praise for Hunter’s Moon
“I read the book in one sitting. A world this enjoyable deserves more than one visit. This book has some new twists in the werewolf’s tail that are very cool.”
—Laurell K. Hamilton
“This unusual, artfully constructed, and enticing blend of horror and romance will have wide appeal with its male point of view, intensely sexy love story, and caperlike action.”
—Booklist
“This incredible novel is inventive, totally riveting, as well as surprisingly tender in spots. Adams and Clamp are a powerhouse team that has opened the door to an amazing new world.”
—Romantic Times BookClub Magazine
(4½ stars and a Top Pick)
“Filled with an abrasive charm, intriguing characters, and a dry wit, Hunter’s Moon is a must read for the fall season.”
—Romance Reviews Today
“The pages steam with passion. This is definitely a keeper. This reviewer recommends this book highly. Enjoy!”
—Love Romances
“A highly original werewolf story. If you enjoy werewolf stories, with a totally unique perspective, you don’t want to miss this one!”
—ParaNormal Romances Reviews
Praise for Moon’s Webb
“Adams and Clamp are adept at writing intensely sensuous, hot lovemaking scenes, but where they really shine is in the creation of an unforgettable world where secret shape-shifters live, love, and scheme. Laurell K. Hamilton readers will enjoy this edgy world.”
—Booklist
“It’s only taken two books for the dynamic duo of Adams and Clamp to cement their position as premier authors of paranormal fiction. Gritty and unique, with amazingly Byzantine character development, this inside look at the unconventional world of shapeshifters is a page-turner in the truest sense.”
—Romantic Times BookClub Magazine,
(4½ stars and a Gold-Medal Top Pick)
“Moon’s Web is a fabulous sequel to Hunter’s Moon, with enough action, humor, and romance to satisfy any reader. The plot is well-paced and the dialogue fantastic. It’s rare when a second book surpasses the first, but Moon’s Web explodes onto the scene, earning a Perfect 10. If you’re a fan of Laurell K. Hamilton or Kelley Armstrong, Moon’s Web is definitely a book for you!”
—Romance Reviews Today
“C. T. Adams and Cathy Clamp have outdone the wonderful job they did with Hunter’s Moon! The action begins on the very first page and doesn’t let up throughout the story. There are plots and subplots galore, but they never become overwhelming. This is definitely a book you don’t want to miss reading and I cannot recommend it highly enough!”
—ParaNormal Romance Reviews
BOOKS BY CATHY CLAMP & C. T. ADAMS
The Sazi
Hunter’s Moon
Moon’s Web
Captive Moon
Howling Moon
Moon’s Fury
Timeless Moon
The Thrall
Touch of Evil
Touch of Madness
Touch of Darkness
Captive Moon
CATHY CLAMP and C. T. ADAMS
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DEDICATION
As with everything we do, we dedicate this book first to Don Clamp and James Adams, along with our family and friends, who have offered patience and unswerving moral support through the years.
Special thinks go to our agent, Merrilee Heifetz, the wonderful Ginger Clark, new friend Claire Reilly-Shapiro, and always to our terrific editor, Anna Genoese, at Tor.
Without all of you, this wouldn’t have been possible. We know that words aren’t enough, but they’re what we do best.
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
We would also like to thank those people who helped make this world the best it could be: To our terrific international author friends, Wendy-Marie Förster of Stuttgart, Germany, for city details, and to Cheryl Sallick and Carmen Evans of Australia for turning our new Aussie character, Matty Thompson, into a true blue, dinky-di Sydney mate! Thanks also to Antje Rettig and Laurie Thayer for their help with details about Germany and France. We hope we got it right, but if there are errors, blame us, not them.
Captive Moon
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 One
THE SWEET STENCH of rotting flesh on the breeze assaulted Antoine’s nose, even before the buzzing of flies reached his ears.
“We are nearly at the site, Herr Monier. We are fortunate that it was cold last night. The carcasses have apparently been here for several days. The smell isn’t nearly as bad as it could be.”
Antoine stepped over a log hidden under the melting slush and stopped just short of a clearing. He could see uniformed officers and even a few members of…the harbor patrol?—taking photographs and measurements under the towering beech trees outside of Stuttgart, Germany. The sun was about to crest the top of the nearest peak, but the shadow of the full moon still lingered on the opposite horizon. The gentle, sultry pull reached for the animal under his skin. His s
enses were still intensified by the invisible magic that played over his body. At any other time, the forest scents would be too intense for him to remain near prey long. But the death smell of fellow predators that permeated the valley stilled his natural urges.
The uniformed officer behind, with the weighty tang of his blood sausage and porridge breakfast still hovering on his breath, couldn’t smell the log under the snow as Antoine had. He tripped and dropped hands first against a tree.
Antoine stopped, his nose sorting out the history of what had happened here. He caught Simon’s scent and knew he was dead. The two-year-old tiger had been one of Antoine’s favorites. A stab of pain and sadness rushed through him. And I failed him. What sort of Rex can’t protect one of his own cats?
Kommissar Reiner turned and raised one bushy brow, which disappeared under the brim of his cap. “Herr Monier? Are you well? We do not have to continue if you do not wish.” The man’s English was heavily accented but far better than his French.
Antoine squared his shoulders and tucked a few loose strands of long blond hair behind one ear. If Simon could endure his fate, then I can stand witness. “I’m fine, Kommissar. Please show me the animals.”
He entered the clearing and could only stare in shock and rage at the carnage. Big cats of every description lay in bloody, decaying heaps around the edges of a makeshift slaughterhouse. Bits of flesh, black with slow-moving flies, were splattered haphazardly over the ground.
Officers wearing masks and gloves photographed the area. Crows peered down from the branches overhead. Their raucous caws, combined with the constant buzzing, set Antoine’s nerves on a knife edge. Thankfully, the scent of fear and pain from the animals’ final moments had dissipated. He wasn’t sure how he would have responded to that.
“We believe the poachers were trafficking in tiger organs for the Far East black market. But we are not sure about the other great cats. Perhaps they could not find enough tigers to meet the demand.”
Perhaps. But there’s more here than meets the eye. A Sazi was here. I can definitely smell an injured female were-tiger. While Antoine’s nose wasn’t nearly as sensitive as his twin’s, the female shapeshifter who had been in this clearing had left her mark. Sandalwood and tiger musk, with a hint of patchouli. A quick sniff. No, she’s not among the dead. She was taken from here, very much alive.
He’d identified as much as he could with his nose. Now his eyes began to take in details. Fiona and the rest of the council would want to know everything he saw, heard, and smelled. If necessary, one of the Sazi seers could touch his mind and describe it at the meeting.
“Were you able to apprehend any of the poachers, Kommissar? How did you come to find this place?”
One of the police officers, looking a bit green around the gills, approached Reiner as they carefully skirted the bloody, makeshift tables. He removed red-stained latex gloves before saluting.
Antoine could tell that the Kommissar was going to ignore Hermann in favor of him, their annoying, high-profile visitor, but one look at the officer’s face dissuaded him. He made a small motion of his hand. “One moment, Herr Monier.” Antoine nodded politely and wandered a short distance away.
Was ist los, Hermann? Reiner lowered his voice and turned his back on the visitor; he couldn’t know that it didn’t matter. Antoine’s supernatural senses would have been able to hear a conversation back inside the squad car.
Ich habe gerade Nachricht erhalten von Dietrich und Shapland, Kommissar. Sie sind ein wenig nervös wegen des Tigers auf dem Revier. Sie haben Zweifel, ob der Käfig hält. Sollen sie das Tier betaeuben?
Antoine stiffened while struggling to appear not to understand: “I have just received a report from Dietrich and Shapland, Inspector. They are nervous about the tiger at the station. They are worried that the cage will not hold it. Should they tranquilize the animal?”
It was so much easier to eavesdrop when the police believed he didn’t speak German. Playing the part of the haughty Frenchman had been a useful idea. But the inspector’s words dropped with the weight of lead. They had a tiger at the station? Could it be the female Sazi? If they tranquilize her and the moon sets…Merde!
Das waere ratsam! Wir müssen den Antrag stellen, um das Tier zu entsorgen. Bitte bring meine Nachricht zu Dietrich. Er hat die Lizenz für die Tranquelizer!
Antoine deliberately wandered around the far edge of the scene, careful to take in every word with his supernatural hearing. “Yes, that would be wise. We’ll have to file the proper paperwork to dispose of the animal. Please relay my instruction to Dietrich. He is qualified with the tranquilizers.”
Putain! What to do now? This could easily become a diplomatic incident. He began tapping his fingers on the front of his designer slacks. Who should he call? He wasn’t qualified to handle this. But he knew of no were-tigers to contact in Germany, or any other species of were-cats, for that matter. No, I need proof that the cat is Sazi—
The Kommissar’s voice, louder now, startled him. “Herr Monier, I am sorry for the interruption. What was your question?”
It was hardly a plan—reckless and bold. The council would never approve. Antoine took a deep breath and spoke quickly so he wouldn’t lose his nerve. “I was asking about the cats. These all appear to be male. There are no female cats here. Where have you put those bodies?”
The Kommissar frowned and his eyebrows knitted into a single, formidable line across his forehead. “Female? But no—you distinctly said you lost a male cat. It is in my report.”
Antoine rose to his full six-feet-plus height and crossed his arms over his chest. He pushed the tiniest bit of his magic toward the other man. The Kommissar visibly shuddered. It was a risk, and it could go badly. Humans seldom reacted well to powerful Sazi, and those in positions of authority sometimes treated them as a threat. He would hate to wind up behind bars himself.
“Non! I most certainly did not say it was a male. My lost tiger is female—mother to a pair of cubs who will die without her. Why on earth else would I get up at such an ungodly hour to follow you through a forest to see…this?” He swept his arm out wide, and set his face in tight, angry lines.
Without a word, the inspector stepped over to one of the men and grabbed a clipboard. He stalked back to his former position and turned the clipboard so that Antoine could see it. The powerful scent of his anger filled the air. It does smell a bit like burning coffee. How very strange I’ve never noticed before. He fought not to sneeze.
“You see, Herr Monier? It distinctly says male in my report—”
Antoine waved his hand airily in the general direction of the clipboard without bothering to look. He knew full well what it said, but that didn’t matter. “Your report doesn’t interest me, Kommissar Reiner. Whoever took the details was mistaken. I am missing a female. Do you have a female tiger for me to view or not?”
Reiner looked at his report again and frowned deeply. Antoine sent out tendrils of magic to eavesdrop on Reiner’s thoughts: The report says male. But I am to “cooperate.” Diplomatic courtesy, they told me. He says a female was lost. There is a female, and she has been especially difficult to handle. An oddly amusing thought crept into Kommissar Reiner’s mind. There would be less paperwork to fill out if the Frenchman took the cat. Wilhelma Zoo has not yet opened. Perhaps the tiger and our guest deserve each other.
“Very well, Herr Monier, if you would like to see a female tiger, we were able to rescue one. It is at our station house, awaiting transport to Wilhelma Zoo. If you can identify this cat as yours, you are free to take it.”
Antoine frowned. “Identify it? What would you consider identification? I certainly don’t brand or tattoo my cats.”
Reiner shrugged. “You said it was nursing. That should be obvious, at the very least. But any particular feature you remember—a missing claw or damaged ear. A distinguishing feature that we can verify before you see the cat.”
The words were very clear and seemingly innocent. But Antoine understood the i
nspector perfectly. Now he would just have to decide how to make good on his puffery. How in the world would he be able to positively identify a cat he’d never seen?
Well, Fiona always said I was the creative one in the family…
Antoine turned on his heel and started back to his van, shaking the snow from his designer slacks after each step. Over his shoulder he shouted, “As you wish, Kommissar. I will meet you there and we will collect my cat.”
TAHIRA WOKE TO heat burning her skin. She tried to lift her front leg, but the drug still coursing through her made it difficult. Again she pushed against the door of the wire cage. It was weakening, bending outward, but she struggled against unconsciousness with each attempt. At least she’d been able to remove the dart quickly and had only pretended to be unconscious until the men left. But she’d never tried to hold her form beyond dawn, and it was already long past. Sunlight was slowly crawling up the wall, throwing shadows of herself, and her prison, across the floor.
I can’t pass out. I must hold my animal form or they’ll kill me. Well, they or her family. It hardly mattered which. She drew in a painful breath, snarled lightly, and searched ever more desperately for the waning moon magic. Every muscle was in agony, and she could feel her bones straining to break and re-form to a human.
The heat was unbearable and she looked longingly at the bowl of water just a few feet away. But I don’t dare move. If I concentrate on anything but holding this form, I’ll lose control. I’ve endangered us all with my recklessness. Rabi wouldn’t have wanted this, no matter what his fate.