Christmas Hellhound (A Mate for Christmas Book 2)

by Zoe Chant

  A crash on the roof interrupted him. Meaghan looked up, eyes wide, and Caine was beside her at once.

  Whatever had landed on the roof had been heavy. Big.

  “What the hell was that?” Meaghan’s head whipped around as something scraped across the roof and another crash echoed from outside. “That sounded like metal. Isn’t your car out there?”

  Alarms went off in Caine’s mind. If whoever, or whatever, was out there had targeted his car, then they were trying to cut off his means of escape.

  His chest clenched. Not his means of escape. Theirs.

  Meaghan was in danger, and that was more important than any risk to his own safety.

  Protect her! the monster screamed inside his head.

  Meaghan scrambled out of the bed and ran to the balcony window, wrapping a blanket around herself. “Holy crap,” she muttered.

  Caine’s instincts screamed at him to get her away from the window. He reached out to pull her back towards the bed, but by the time he crossed the room she’d already darted away. The bathroom door swung behind her.

  “What are you doing?”

  She reappeared around the door, dragging her sweater over her head. “I’m going out there.”

  “Let me check it out first,” Caine argued, and she stuck out her chin.

  He cast around the floor for his own clothes and threw them on as Meaghan pulled up her pants. The obstinate look on her face did not bode well for his skills of persuasion.

  “If it’s the ghost gang—” They’re not human. They’re not safe. The words stuck to the roof of his mouth.

  “You’re not going to stop me going out there.” Meaghan drew herself up.

  Caine’s chest ached. The pain in Meaghan’s eyes was like a knife between his ribs. And it was all his fault.

  Because the first thing she saw when she woke up was me running away from her.

  His body felt heavy, weighed down by the knowledge that he was only going to hurt her more. His demon wasn’t gone; it had tricked him. And that meant he was going to keep running away from Meaghan. It was the only way to keep her safe.

  “I’m going down there.” Meaghan’s eyes were shining, with tears as well as determination. She pointed out the window. “And you are too, because if it is the ghost gang then I need you to tell me I haven’t completely lost it. Because whatever did that to your car? Isn’t human.”

  Caine stared out the window. His rental car was just visible, tucked down beside the woodshed.

  Huge gouges had been taken out of its top and trunk. The sorts of marks that could only be made by giant claws.

  A chill seeped through his veins. The suspicion that had twisted in the back of his mind ever since he heard about the ghost gang grew stronger.

  The gang were monsters.

  Like him.

  He had to tell her.

  Throat raw, Caine turned back—to an empty room.

  “Meaghan! Don’t go down there alone!”

  Caine raced down the stairs. The front door slammed and he shoved it open just in time to see Meaghan stomping around the side of the house. He grabbed her arm and she stiffened as though electrified.

  He let her go at once, hurt by her rejection and hurting more because he knew it was his own fault. All of this was his fault.

  Meaghan shot him a wary glare, and then turned back to the car. “What could do something like that?”

  “I—” Caine swallowed and forced himself to breathe. “Something big. With claws.”

  “How did it get on the roof?” Meaghan shaded her eyes as she looked up at the cottage, then around the clearing. “The trees aren’t close enough to jump from. Could it…” Her eyes widened. “Honestly? After everything else, I wouldn’t be surprised if whatever-it-is can fly.”

  “They can’t.” Caine’s heart was heavy. Just walk on the air like it’s solid and move through walls like they’re made of mist. An unstoppable, inescapable hunter.

  He gulped. “Meaghan, there’s something I need to tell you. I should have told you before we—but I was a coward.”

  Meaghan’s shoulders were up around her ears. She didn’t look at him.

  “I think it went in here,” she said, as though he hadn’t spoken.

  Caine swayed. His head was pounding. He had to concentrate. If he lost his focus, even for a minute, then the monster would escape.

  But Meaghan was already walking towards the wood shed, and whatever monster was waiting in there.

  He ran past her, standing in front of the door. “Meaghan, please. Let me check it out first.” The door was hanging from one hinge; whatever had hit it, had hit it hard.

  Meaghan glared at him. “Let me through!”

  “And what are you going to do if they’re in there? Shout them into surrendering? That only works on me!”

  Caine’s instincts were screaming at him. They were on full alert and… doubled, somehow, or mirrored, two sets of sensory input and risk assessment reflecting and ricocheting off one another until he thought his skull would crack.

  Then the storm broke. His pounding head was silent, except for an eerie sensation that the monster was laughing at him.

  “What?” Meaghan searched his face. “What do you mean, that only works on you?”

  “I—”

  “Are you joking with me? You—first you act like you can’t get away from me fast enough, and now you’re kidding around?”

  “Meaghan, I never meant—”

  “Get out of my way!”

  Caine stepped back automatically and Meaghan pushed past him. The door fell off its final hinge as she stormed through it. Caine knocked it out of the way. Thick hairs sprouted on his arms and for the briefest of seconds he paused—if Meaghan saw—but he had to protect her. And if the thing in the shed was what he thought it was, then being human wouldn’t be enough.

  But if it hurts her—

  We would never hurt our mate! snarled the monster, just as Meaghan gasped.

  “What on earth?”

  Caine stepped in front of her, arms wide to ward it from whatever it was she’d seen. Meaghan made an irritated noise and ducked under his arm.

  “Tell me I’m not going crazy,” she said as Caine’s eyes adjusted to the gloom inside the wood shed. “Tell me that isn’t a dragon.”

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  Meaghan

  I’m dreaming, Meaghan thought, and then her heart swooped miserably. Yes, please, let this all be a dream and any minute now I’m going to wake up and do this whole morning over, without—without—

  “That’s a dragon.” Caine sounded as stunned as she felt.

  Which meant this was real. Meaghan blinked. Which meant dragons were real.

  And that Caine was so turned off by her that he’d tried to do a pre-dawn walk of shame from his own house.

  One of those things is amazing. And the other really shouldn’t come as a surprise. Meaghan swallowed hard and pinched herself.

  “Ow.”

  “What happened?” Caine went stiff. He looked concerned, but… Meaghan swallowed again.

  “Just… checking,” she explained. “I’m definitely awake?”

  “Afraid so.” Caine’s mouth quirked into that crooked half-smile that she’d found so addictive the previous night. Now it just made her feel sick.

  Meaghan turned back to the dragon, blinking fiercely. When her vision cleared, it was still there.

  The dragon was about twice the size of one of the Puppy Express huskies, covered in shiny black scales. Its wings were hunched up above its back and it was backing further into the shed, whipping its tail around like an angry cat. Brilliant blue eyes flicked from Meaghan to Caine and back.

  “And that’s definitely a dragon,” she said weakly as it let out a puff of smoke and sparks. “Watch out!”

  At her words, the dragon had jumped in the air and let loose another tiny fireball. Meaghan backed up, almost tripping over Caine as he tried to dive in front of her, and the dragon made a distressed cry a
nd started stomping out the sparks that had landed on the wood shed floor. It stamped them all out and then looked up at her again, with an expression that looked exactly like the look Parkour got when he’d been caught trying to jump the fence again.

  But—she couldn’t be imagining this, could she?—there was far, far more intelligence behind those eyes than Parkour could dream of having.

  “Thank you,” she said automatically. “I appreciate you not trying to burn us to a crisp, little… dragon.”

  Beside her, Caine made a strange, vulnerable noise deep in his throat. But she didn’t have time to figure that out, because the dragon was shivering—no, shimmering, like heat-waves were rising from every scale—and a moment later it had disappeared and there was a little boy sitting on the floor where it had been. Completely naked.

  “No I’m not!” the boy insisted. “I’m not a dragon!”

  “You’re—” Caine began, his voice ragged.

  “I’m not!”

  “No, you’re not.” Meaghan said, pitching her voice over both the others. The little boy looked relieved. “You’re Cole. Cole Heartwell.”

  Cole’s expression of relief vanished.

  “Opal and Hank’s little boy.”

  Cole looked nervous. “No-o-o, I’m—um…”

  “You definitely are. I remember from when you came to the Grill last weekend with your parents. You ate fifteen donuts all by yourself.”

  “No! I ate seventeen!” Cole protested, and then shoved his hands over his mouth. “’m n’t dr’gon!” he insisted, his voice muffled behind his hands.

  Beside her, Caine made an exasperated noise, pulled his shirt off and handed it to the boy.

  Meaghan’s brain felt like it was on fire. She knew Cole. His parents took him to the Grill every weekend, probably because they were worried he’d eat them out of house and home otherwise. Cole was cheeky, and full of endless energy, and Hannah was probably going to ban him from all-you-can-eat when he reached his teens, but…

  “You’re Cole Heartwell and you can turn into a dragon,” she whispered. Even saying the words didn’t make them feel more real. “Dragons are real? And they live here? In Pine Valley?”

  “Um-m-m…” Cole screwed up his face, as though he was hunting desperately for another explanation. He looked up at Caine as though he might find some help there, and Caine tensed.

  Meaghan sank down onto her knees so that she was on Cole’s level.

  “Cole,” she said gently. “Are you the one who landed on Caine’s car?”

  “No!” he retorted at once. She gave him her best are-you-sure? look and he wriggled uncomfortably, crossing his arms. Then inspiration struck and he threw them up, grinning. “I’m… I’m not the dragon! I’m following the dragon!”

  Uh-huh. “And what about the ghost gang?”

  “You’re not meant to know that they’re shifters!” Cole gasped and stuffed his hands into his mouth again, staring at her with his big blue eyes.

  Meaghan felt as though she’d walked straight into a tree. Her head spun.

  “Shifters? What’s a shifter?”

  “You’re not supposed to know!”

  Time seemed to stop. Meaghan stared at Cole, then looked up at Caine, and back at Cole. Understanding hollowed out a pit inside her.

  She wasn’t supposed to know that the people she’d labeled the ‘ghost gang’ were real. And this was why.

  They weren’t human.

  “This is what everyone’s been hiding from me,” she breathed. “This is why everyone’s been acting so weird lately.”

  “N-n…” Cole began. He hopped from foot to foot, staring imploringly at Caine. “N-n… yes?”

  It made sense. It all made sense. No wonder Jackson had been so cagey about his investigation. And Bob had been so horrified when she came back claiming to have one of the gang in her trunk. And Olly had tried to reassure her that everything was fine, honestly, and don’t bother chasing after…

  After what? What had she been chasing down, when she went to rescue the dogs?

  She groaned and rubbed her forehead. Too many thoughts. Too many questions. “So… the ghost gang are dragons?”

  “No, they’re not,” Caine muttered under his breath. Meaghan frowned.

  He didn’t sound as amazed as she felt. For God’s sake: dragons. Everything she thought she knew about the world had just exploded in her face. So why did he sound like it was no big deal?

  She backtracked, remembering what he’d tried to tell her before she stormed into the shed.

  Meaghan, there’s something you should know about me—

  “No! But dragons are the most powerful shifters,” Cole chirped. “That’s why I… umm… the dragon went after them. And I was following the dragon to… to… umm…”

  “Kid, there’s no point trying to convince us we didn’t just see you shift,” Caine muttered, then sighed and rubbed his face. “And lying about this is… a bad idea. No. No, I’m not going to—”

  He caught Meaghan staring at her and broke off. Meaghan stood up. That sounded like he was talking to someone else. What the hell is going on here?

  Caine’s been lying to me, too?

  Meaghan squeezed her eyes shut. When she opened them, they were clear. She stood up.

  “Right. Here’s what’s going to happen. Cole, you’re a dragon. Don’t try to tell me you’re not. I saw you, and anyway, there’s no way you would have gotten all the way down here from Heartwell Lodge with no clothes on without freezing your butt off.”

  “What if I rode that dragon?” Cole suggested.

  “Cole, I just saw the dragon. Who is you. And that dragon was not big enough for anyone to ride on.”

  Cole scuffed his foot on the singed floor. “Oh, fi-i-ine. I am the dragon then.”

  “Does your mother know you’re out here?”

  Cole eyes flicked side to side. “…Yes?”

  He grinned hopefully, and Meaghan gave him a look.

  “Guess what? I don’t believe you. So we’re all going to go back inside, and I’m going to call your parents and—” Meaghan braced herself with a deep breath. “—and Caine, you are going to—what’s wrong?”

  Caine was clutching his head. “Headache,” he gritted out from between clenched teeth. “Too loud—can’t—stop it—”

  Meaghan stepped towards him automatically. If he was hurting, she wanted to help. Then a shadow fell across the open shed door, as though the morning sun had just gone behind a cloud.

  “Umm,” Cole said, jumping from foot to foot again, “You have to tell them I wasn’t chasing the ghost gang! I just got lost!”

  “Tell who?” Meaghan asked, bewildered.

  Caine staggered out the door. Meaghan followed him and gasped.

  Three massive dragons were flying above the cottage.

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  Caine

  Dragons. Christ almighty.

  Caine had heard of them, of course; he’d come to Pine Valley seeking one. He had thought he was prepared for it.

  He’d been wrong.

  They were huge. The nearest was a bold forest green color. It was flying so close to the ground that the pines around Caine’s cottage swayed and lost their snow when it flapped its wings.

  The second dragon, flying just above it, had a more sinuous body and pale, opalescent scales. Finally, wheeling above them like a firestorm, was a huge red dragon with wings like a burning sunset. It was clutching something against its chest with one foreclaw.

  A shaft of pain crashed through Caine’s temple. He staggered, clutching his head. With whatever was assaulting his brain from the outside, and the demon howling inside, his skull felt as though it was about to shatter.

  “Caine!” Meaghan grabbed his arm. He leaned into her gratefully—then remembered himself.

  He pulled out of her grip, trying not to see the hurt that flashed across her face. “No. Can’t—risk it,” he muttered, a reminder to himself. Meaghan would only be hurt more if he weakened
now.

  Another bolt of pain. He looked around, eyes watering, and found Cole staring at him. The boy frowned.

  “Mom! Dad! He can’t hear you!” Cole shouted, using his hands as a loudspeaker. The green dragon cracked its wings with a sound like thunder. “No-o-o, he’s not one of them! Yes I’m fine!”

  Caine rubbed his temple. The sudden migraine was fading, but there was a strange… echo around each of Cole’s words. As though he was hearing them inside his head as well as outside.

  “But you told me it was polite to talk out loud when I’m around humans! Like Auntie Abigail!” Cole bawled at the circling dragons.

  This time, Caine was ready for the pain.

  It’s a conversation, he realized. A conversation between people beating on my skull like a drum.

  Despite the thudding in his head, Caine managed a smile. Meaghan would find that funny. She—

  Caine glanced across at her and his stomach went cold. “Hey!” he called out, and then louder, his face to the sky, “Hey! Dragons!”

  The dragons’ sudden attention hit him like a punch. He braced himself.

  “Stop flying around like that!” His voice was gravelly. “You’re disturbing Meaghan.”

  The clamor in his head stopped. Caine breathed a sigh of relief. He turned to Meaghan.

  She’d been ashen when he glanced at her, her dark skin washed with gray and her mouth in a thin unhappy line. Caine ran his hands through his hair to stop himself from taking her in his arms.

  “It’s okay,” he said. “They don’t mean any harm.”

  “I figured that much,” Meaghan snapped. “I can count, and I’m pretty sure I know who each of them is going to turn into when they land.” She squeezed her eyes shut and took a deep breath, then glared at Caine. “They’re not the ones disturbing me. Cole’s acting like you’re one of them. Saying you… should be able to hear something? Is this what you needed to tell me before?” she demanded. “Are you a dragon, too?”

  Caine lowered his head. I wish I was. That would make all of this so much simpler.