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Dark Wolf

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by Christine Feehan


  "Were you able to remove the silver from his body?" Paul asked. "All of it?"

  Skyler nodded, relief sweeping through her. She hadn't realized how tense she was until that moment. "Yes. And one of the Lycans gave him blood. He's been starving for over two weeks, so it wasn't nearly enough to bring him to full strength, but it should be enough that he can get out on his own after I remove the hooks and chains."

  "There is no way you, or either of us, could ever carry Dimitri. He's too big of a man," Paul said.

  "Excuse me." Josef blew air on his fingernails and polished them on his shirt. "You're forgetting my mad skills. I could float him out of there."

  Skyler rolled her eyes at his blatant bragging. "And every Lycan in the forest will feel that rift in the energy field and come running."

  "I just wanted you to be very aware of my talents," Josef said. "I could do it if it was necessary, that's all."

  "Could you carry him out of the forest on your dragon's back?" Skyler asked, suddenly very serious.

  The smirk disappeared from Josef's face. "If it was just him, sure, but not with the both of you as well."

  Skyler reached out her hand to him. "It won't be necessary. You can give him blood. Paul and I will as well. He'll be fine. Even if he has to go to ground for a night or two, we can hide. And if we can't do that, we'll have our fall back plan." She spoke with far more confidence than she felt.

  "So the silver is out of his body and a Lycan gave him blood," Paul said, his tone speculative. "Maybe all of them aren't bad."

  "Dimitri knows I'll be coming for him tonight and he'll be ready. I just have to figure out how to get the hooks from his body and the chain from around him. It's burned into his flesh. Literally burned into it. His arms, his chest, all down his legs. They wrapped him up like a mummy in silver." There was disgust and anguish mixed together in her voice.

  Paul slung his arm around her shoulders. "He's alive and he's waiting for you. We're getting him out."

  "So we laid a trail for you," Josef said. "I'll take the two of you deeper into the woods. There's no sign of Paul anywhere, leading in that direction. Our tracks will go in two opposite directions, clearly searching for you. If a Lycan stumbles across, or goes looking for tracks, we've done a good job of making it look as if you've been gone several hours."

  "I'll need a sprained ankle," Skyler pointed out.

  Josef frowned. "That's the one part of the plan I'm not wild about. You can't run with a sprained ankle."

  Paul burst out laughing. "Hello, you idiot. Have you forgotten who she is? She can heal anything, including a sprained ankle."

  "I just am squeamish about giving myself any injury," Skyler admitted.

  "Cause she's such a girlie girl," Paul teased.

  Skyler made a face at him. "I don't giggle."

  "You giggle," Josef said, flicking her chin with his finger. "I'll help you with your sprained ankle, but you'll be hobbling around until someone comes. Groan a lot."

  "If someone comes," Paul emphasized. "It's a big forest." He suddenly grinned. "This is your big chance to really show your girly side. Weep and look beautiful while you're doing it, like they do on television."

  Josef snickered. "Her face turns red when she cries."

  "So does the end of her nose," Paul contributed.

  "Way to make a girl feel beautiful. Neither of you are ever going to find a woman who will put up with you."

  Paul shook his head. "Zacarias has a woman doting on him. Seriously, Skyler, if that man, as mean and as scary as he is, can get a woman, anyone can. It gives a man hope."

  Josef smirked. "I'll have a lifemate. She'll have no choice," he added.

  "Poor woman," Skyler said. "I'll befriend her and teach her how to box your ears when you get obnoxious."

  "What makes you think I'll get obnoxious?" Josef demanded.

  "You will never give up playing pranks. She'll be afraid to go around a corner in case you fly at her in the form of a giant bat or something worse."

  Paul punched Josef in the shoulder. "She's got you there, bro."

  The smile faded from Skyler's face. "I have to figure out how to get the silver chains off of Dimitri. I know I can remove the hooks. I was able to get the silver to back up to their point of origin, and I could melt the hooks if I had to, but that chain. It's actually in his skin. Any ideas that don't include triggering the Lycans' ability to feel a spike in energy?"

  The two men looked at one another.

  "Can you cut it off?" Paul said. "Josef can provide the tools you would need."

  "That depends how deep it's embedded in his skin," Skyler said. "I guess I'll have to see it before I can make a decision. I haven't really taken a look around him. I've been so busy concentrating on getting that silver out of his body that I didn't think to see what his surroundings were."

  "Don't sound so disgusted with yourself," Paul chastised. "The truth is, his surroundings wouldn't matter if he'd been dead. If you hadn't worked so hard to save him, there would be no point in any of this. We have a plan. Let's just stick to it and go one step at a time. If this works today, and you plant that tracking device in our Lycan, then we'll figure everything else out quickly."

  "Agreed," Josef said.

  6

  Skyler glanced around her. The trees towered above her, branches swaying and dancing in the wind. She'd been hobbling around for several hours, and no one had come to rescue her. It had been a long shot, they all knew that, but they had to try. She could follow the psychic trail, knowing it would eventually lead to Dimitri. Truthfully, that's what she'd been doing, mile after mile, but wandering as if she was trying to find her way. Several times she took care to turn in different directions, starting out, going a distance and then turning back as if confused.

  Her ankle was throbbing. Josef had ensured that it wasn't just a little sprain. He wanted her to appear as no threat to anyone at all. It would be dark in a few hours and Josef would come for her. She followed the sound of water, struggling over the uneven ground and exposed roots. Little animals scurried in the vegetation, rushing for the shelter of brush and leaves in an effort to avoid her.

  Twice she thought she saw that little fox. Intellectually she knew it couldn't be the same one, but she told herself he was her guardian, watching out for her. That would be something Dimitri might do for her. Her heart seemed to always melt a little when she thought of him. He had watched over her for years, so selflessly, and hobbling around on a sore ankle, terrified she might really come in contact with a strange man, seemed a small price to pay for his steadfast loyalty and love.

  She made her way to the small ribbon of a stream and found a large enough rock to sit down on. It was close to the running water as it bubbled over the smaller pebbles, making its way down a slight slope.

  The moment she sank down onto the rock and leaned down to remove her boot, she knew she wasn't alone. A chill went down her spine and she lifted her head and carefully looked around. Paul, can you see me? She made certain that her telepathic path to Paul had clean lines so that no Lycan could discern it or feel the psychic energy. She let her gaze move from tree to tree, a woman lost and alone and scared there in the forest. Unfortunately, the emotion was all too real.

  I'm here, honey, I've got you covered.

  Do you see anyone?

  No. Do you?

  He's here. I can feel him. Which was strange, because according to Josef, no Carpathian could sense a Lycan. She wasn't even Carpathian--she was human--and yet she knew with a certainty that someone was there. The only explanation could be that Mother Earth had passed her so much information that she was tuned to the rhythm of nature.

  Maybe it wasn't a Lycan watching. Maybe it was a real wolf pack hunting her. Or worse. Was there worse? Her imagination was getting the better of her. Paul had a gun and he would protect her. She just had to hold on to that.

  She unzipped her boot and pulled it off, playing the part of the lost intern, her foot swollen and bruised and
hurting. A human would be nervous, but would never know someone was out there watching every move. She could feel those eyes burning through her. Her heart began to pound and her mouth went dry.

  She knew terror. Real terror, and right now, she had to fight it off. She was no longer a child to be abused sexually or physically or even emotionally. She was a grown woman with power of her own. With friends. With an ancient hunter for a lifemate, and he needed her. Dimitri needed her to be strong. She took several deep breaths, fighting off the need to put her head between her legs to keep from feeling so light-headed. Her body shivered continuously, and there seemed little she could do to prevent it.

  As a child she had retreated to a place in her mind where no one could harm her. She didn't have that luxury now, no matter how frightened she was. If the fear became too great, Dimitri would know. She didn't want him any more upset than he already was. Skyler forced herself under control. She could do this. She'd planned every move out carefully. She had been a helpless child when evil men had dominated her life, but she was no child--and she sure wasn't helpless. She straightened her shoulders, determination settling deep.

  A twig snapped and she spun around to see a tall, broad-shouldered man striding out of the forest. He had to be Lycan to move with that easy fluid grace and absolute confidence. His eyes were the color of mercury with a glittering, piercing, very focused stare that seemed to look right through her. Her mouth went a little dry. He was rough-looking--and tough. Clearly he'd seen many battles.

  He wore a long coat that fell to his ankles, but flared out, giving him plenty of room to fight. She could see the trousers and shirt were loose enough to move, but tight enough not to get caught on anything. His chest was thick and rippled with muscles beneath the thin shirt. His arms could have been those of a bodybuilder, but she would bet everything she had that he'd never been anywhere near a gym. When he moved she caught the glitter of silver from the many weapons he carried inside his coat and around his belt.

  She tried to rise, clutching her boot like a weapon. He held up both hands as if to show he didn't mean her harm, that he'd come in peace. He halted a small distance from her.

  "I came across your tracks about an hour ago. What are you doing out here alone?" he asked in Russian.

  Skyler pressed her lips together as if wondering if she could trust him or not. "I'm an intern, working for the All Things Wolf Foundation." She spoke in halting Russian, although she spoke the language fluently. "I was setting up a camera and I got turned around."

  "Are you English?" He spoke in English, moving a little closer to her.

  Skyler lifted her boot in a reflex action. It seemed a little silly since she was certain he was Lycan and could move far faster than she could, but still, she couldn't help herself.

  She nodded, switching to English as well. "I twisted my ankle. I thought if I put it in the cold of the stream it would give me a little relief."

  "You're far from your camp."

  Her face brightened. "Do you know where it is? Which direction? I know I could find it if I wasn't so turned around. Everything starts looking the same after a while."

  "Didn't they tell you not to go wandering off by yourself?" the Lycan asked. "My name is Zev Hunter. What's yours?"

  He sounded friendly enough. He didn't appear particularly hungry, as if he had been searching for a meal. "Skyler," she answered, suddenly remembering she couldn't provide a surname. He would recognize Daratrazanoff.

  "I'd like to take a look at your ankle, but I'd rather not get clobbered over the head by that wicked-looking boot."

  She forced herself to lower her boot to her side. "I'm sorry. You startled me. It never occurred to me that anyone would be out in these woods. The others are probably out looking for me right now. There are only three of us at the moment, but more will be bringing in supplies in a few days. We came early to set up camp." She talked fast, a woman still nervous and chatting too much.

  He crouched low, one hand reaching for her ankle. Around his wrist was a strip of cloth, bloodied as if he'd been seriously wounded. Relief swept through her. Dimitri told her one of the Lycans had shown compassion and had given him blood. This had to be that same one. Dimitri had definitely put the idea in his head to go looking for Fen and a rescue party.

  She couldn't help herself. She inhaled deeply, reaching for Dimitri's woodsy scent. It was faint, but she caught it, still lingering on the Lycan's wrist. She took that familiar scent into her lungs and just held it there, suddenly desperate to see him.

  "Your ankle is very swollen. This must hurt."

  "I walked more than I should have on it," Skyler admitted, putting one hand on his shoulder to steady herself. Deliberately she wobbled and clutched his arm a little lower to keep from falling.

  Her heart began to beat hard again. In her fist was the tiny little tracking device Josef had made. She just needed an opportunity to sweep her hand down that coat to one of the side pockets. She had a feeling this particular man would be tough to fool.

  "The cold stream will be good for it," Zev told her. "We'll give it a few minutes, and then I'll take you back to your camp. It isn't safe in these woods. The forest is home to many predators and you're just about snack size for some of them. The very wolf pack you're trying to study would be happy to give you a firsthand experience."

  Skyler managed a small smile. "I have a very vivid imagination. Believe me, I thought of that many times."

  She sank down onto the rock, allowing her hand to naturally brush down his coat as if she was still unsteady and afraid of falling. The flap was over the pocket but she was well versed in making small objects obey her. The flap lifted and the transfer was smooth and complete.

  Josef had told her many times that he couldn't feel her energy when she used her art on objects, but still, she held her breath, afraid this very savvy Lycan would pick it up.

  "You can't be very old; why would your parents allow you to come to such a remote area where it's so dangerous?" His concern was genuine.

  Skyler smiled again, this time more naturally. "I just look very young. I'm actually twenty-five. I've got my degree and am working toward my master's. I volunteer at the various wildlife research centers as a way to travel. I mean, I'm genuinely interested in the work, but I've gotten to go to so many countries and see many amazing places, as well as meet some very cool people."

  Zev raised his eyebrow. "In a million years I wouldn't have guessed your age. If anything, I thought maybe fourteen or fifteen."

  Skyler shrugged. "I get that all the time. At least I've reached the fourteen or fifteen mark instead of the ten or twelve."

  He laughed, suddenly relaxing. The tension completely eased from his body and he sank down into the grass beside her while she bathed her swollen ankle in the icy stream.

  "That must be annoying, having everyone tell you you look so young."

  "In some ways. Especially when I'm traveling. There are a lot of creeps in the world and having some man who preys on children . . ." She trailed off, realizing genuine anger had crept into her voice.

  Zev was quick. She saw knowledge in his eyes and knew she'd given away too much information. Cursing silently to herself, she idly picked up a pebble and tossed it downstream.

  "The forest is oppressive at times, isn't it?" she asked. "I find it so beautiful, all the colors, but sometimes it's hard to breathe when you're deep in the middle of it."

  His eyes focused on her, all that piercing intelligence. She had to fight to stay relaxed. He looked as if he could see right into her soul. "You're very sensitive."

  "That's what my mother always says," Skyler said. That much was true. Francesca said it all the time. She indicated his hand. Let him fish around for something plausible. "What happened to you?"

  Zev didn't so much as flinch. He lifted his wrist for her inspection. "I was working and got a little careless. I tore my wrist on a nail. It's not a big deal but it was deep enough to bleed a lot. I put this cloth around it and it st
opped."

  "There's a first-aid kit at the camp. When we get there, I could put some antibiotic cream on it so the laceration doesn't get infected."

  He nodded. "If we don't run out of time. We should get moving soon or night will fall. Here in the forest it tends to get dark fast."

  She was happy to get moving. The faster they made camp, the faster she could heal her ankle and set out to follow the Lycan back to Dimitri.

  "Do you live close by?"

  "I'm camping with some friends a few kilometers from here," Zev explained. "Although I've been coming to these woods since I was a boy, so I'm very familiar with them."

  She frowned at him as she pulled her throbbing foot from the stream. Her wince was very genuine. She was going to have to throttle Josef for making her injury so real. "You don't hunt here, do you? The wolves are protected in this preserve." She managed her most schoolmarmish voice, the one that always made Josef sit up and take notice--or topple over in gales of laughter.

  "Sometimes with a camera, although when we were kids, we hunted for food. Not wolves, but other creatures, mostly wild fowl, partridge, things we could manage when we were pretty small. If we killed it, we had to carry it."

  He was telling the absolute truth, which was why he was so good at intrigue. He mixed truth with implication--not outright lies. She tried to pull her boot back over her swollen ankle. It hurt like hell.

  "I'll carry you."

  "You will not," Skyler said. "I can walk. Just give me a minute to get my boot back on." Who knew what a Lycan might discern that close? "How far away is the camp? Have I been walking in circles? Sometimes I was pretty certain I'd been to the same place more than once."

  "I thought all you researchers always carried a GPS with you."

  She called on her mad nonexistent acting skills to blush, her long lashes sweeping down deliberately. "We're supposed to. It's my first time with this group and my partners are both . . ." She trailed off, doing her best to look ashamed and guilty.

  "Men," he finished for her. Zev took the boot from her hands and gently eased it over her ankle.

  "I know I don't have anything to prove, and this isn't going to get me off to a good start, but I guess I wanted to look good. I got up early and set up the cameras. In my haste to be helpful, I completely forgot the GPS. It's probably still clipped to my hammock."

 

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