Ula limped over to where her silver cane had ended up. She picked it up and snapped open a small compartment in the wooden part. She pried out the flash drive and held it up. “Dad,” she called to Braydon, “you’ll need this. It’s the money the human embezzled.” She tossed it across the room. Her father caught it with a free hand and went back to his discussion with Shade.
“You’ll get that surgery now,” Killian said from behind her. One hand stroked the nape of her neck, and she leaned into his hand.
“Yes, I’ll get the surgery,” she said. She turned toward him. “After we find my sister.”
Killian groaned, but Ula made him stop with her mouth.
* * *
Braydon glanced over and sighed. “Ah, for the love of all that’s holy, do I have to watch that?”
A were approached him from the door, and he cast Killian and Ula a shrewd look. “And another were bites the dust.”
“Wheeler,” Braydon said to the Alpha of the Colorado Cat Clan, “you have my sincerest gratitude for coming to help your were.” He paused for a moment and then asked, “You didn’t happen to find a stray wolf shifter around, did you?”
“Your other daughter?” Wheeler said. “No. Shade briefed us, but we haven’t found anyone except the imprisoned weres and a few humans.” His expression was grim. “The Council had some…programs here that were worse than the humans’ in Wyoming. They deliberately turned some of the captives.”
Braydon digested the information uneasily. “We’ll have to reorganize the Council. Turns out I have openings. Are you interested?”
“I have a clan,” Wheeler said. “And a mate.” He glanced at the door and Braydon followed his glance to the nearby petite were with the chestnut-colored hair who was thoroughly cleaning her knives. Braydon’s eyes came back to Wheeler and caught the smile lurking on the werelion’s mouth.
Braydon sighed. “Well, we’ll have to come up with some decent candidates.”
“What about the bear?” Wheeler nodded at Shade who was instructing some of the rebel weres.
Braydon sighed again louder. “I think he’s going to be hunting something down.”
“Something,” Wheeler repeated. “Don’t you mean someone?”
“There are hundreds of miles of tunnels in the Catacombs,” Braydon said quietly. “There are things down here that no man has ever seen. There are portals and beasts and rumors enough to fill up a fleet of 777’s.”
“If she’s anything like Ula,” Wheeler said, “then she has a better chance than most.”
Braydon nodded. “This isn’t over.”
Wheeler agreed.
TE
About the Author
C.L. Bevill has lived in Texas, Virginia, Arizona, and Oregon. She once was in the US Army and a graphic illustrator. She holds degrees in social-psychology and counseling. She is the author of Bubba and the Dead Woman, Bubba and the 12 Deadly Days of Christmas, Bubba and the Missing Woman, Bayou Moon, and Shadow People, among others. Presently she lives with her husband and her daughter and continues to constantly write. She can be reached at www.clbevill.com or you can read her blog at www.carwoo.blogspot.com.
Other Novels by C.L. Bevill
Mysteries:
Bubba and the Dead Woman
Bubba and the 12 Deadly Days of Christmas
Bubba and the Missing Woman
Bubba and the Mysterious Murder Note
Bayou Moon
Crimson Bayou (Coming Soon)
Paranormal Romance:
Veiled Eyes (Lake People)
Disembodied Bones (Lake People)
Arcanorum (Lake People)
The Moon Trilogy (Novellas):
Black Moon (The Moon Trilogy 1)
Amber Moon (The Moon Trilogy 2)
Silver Moon (The Moon Trilogy 3)
Cat Clan Novellas:
Harvest Moon
Blood Moon
Crescent Moon
Shadow People
Sea of Dreams
Suspense:
The Flight of the Scarlet Tanager
Black Comedy:
The Life and Death of Bayou Billy
Missile Rats
Chicklet:
Dial ‘M’ For Mascara
Crescent Moon Page 12