by deba schrott
But in keeping with the theme around here, the door wasn’t locked. As she pulled it open, that lack suddenly made sense. What was the point to a dead bolt when everyone in town had the power to tear a door from its hinges?
If anyone wandered in who wasn’t a werewolf—and considering the terrain, that was unlikely—they’d be damn sorry, and really surprised, if they tried to steal a single thing.
Inside, the building was like a fortress. Brick walls, cement floors, gray and white everything. Perhaps she’d stumbled into the prison, although she doubted they’d leave that door open.
She also doubted they had one. Knowing Barlow, he treated misbehavior the same way Edward did. Follow the rules or die.
The place felt deserted, yet she’d seen the man enter. Who was he? Why did he resemble Barlow, then again not?
Why was he running through the night alone? Did he want to be taken for the rogue?
She opened her mouth to call out, then thought better of it when she smelled the blood.
Alex hurried down the hail, following her nose. Which was the only reason she didn’t see the man swinging the great big sword.
Luckily she heard it. A slight whistling whine coming toward her way too fast. Her instincts kicked in. She wasn’t sure if they were hunter or werewolf and she didn’t care when the sword clashed against the brick wall where her head had just been.
Alex, who had dropped to a crouch, kicked out, connecting with one of the man’s naked knees. All he wore were a pair of boxer shorts and a snarl. Something crunched, and he collapsed. The sword just missed braining her on the way down.
Alex snatched it out of the man’s hand and threw it as far as she could. The weapon slid along the floor, leaving a trail of sparks in its wake, then bounced against the door she’d just come through and lay still.
She turned to her attacker just as he reached for her
throat with both hands and caught him by the wrists, then yanked his arms wide. This brought his face in close to hers, and she saw that he had Barlow’s eyes.
“Sheesh,” Alex muttered, “who hasn’t he banged?”
With the crumpled knee he had very little leverage, and she was able to topple him onto his back with a simple shove. Then she got to her feet and planted an ugly rubber boot on his chest. “Who the hell are you?” she demanded.
“Who the hell are you?” he returned.
Now that she got a good look, she wasn’t sure why she’d ever mistaken him for Barlow. The eyes aside—which she hadn’t seen until just now—his hair was darker, longer, messier. Besides being shorter, he was also vampire-pale and kind of weak looking. She was surprised he’d been able to lift that huge sword, let alone swing it.
Of course, he was a werewolf. He could bench-press a car if he wanted to.
“I asked you first.” Alex pressed her boot into his chest, and he coughed. She let up a little. These days she wasn’t sure of her own strength.
“You’re in my home. Get out.”
Alex laughed. “I don’t think you’re in any position to order me around. And if this is a home, you need a new architect. Badly.”
“Why are you here?” he asked.
Why was she here? She’d seen him, followed him, kicked the crap out of him, and now— She sniffed, and the hair at the back of her neck ruffled as if a chill breeze had just swirled past. She could still smell the blood.
“What is this place?” she asked. “It’s not a home.” She shoved at his chest again with her foot. “Don’t bullshit me. I can smell the blood?’
His eyebrows lifted, then his eyes slowly narrowed.
“You’re Alex,” he said.
She stiffened. “How do you know?”
“You should have just told me. I can take care of this quickly. You’ll be out of here in no time.”
With a speed that blurred, even to her eyes, he snatched her foot and pushed it aside, coming nimbly to his feet, still favoring the knee she’d wrecked.
Alex brought up her hands, already clenched into fists, but he turned away, moving back into the room he’d just come out of.
“I’m going to grab some pants.” He vanished through a doorway at the far end, and his next words were muffled.
“Probably a shirt.”
She’d taken one step forward, wondering if there was an escape route and he was using it, when he returned, pulling a geeky white lab coat over a pair of wrinkled black trousers.
The pronounced limp with which he’d walked away was already fading to a small hitch in his giddy-up. He was healing damn fast. Which meant he was a helluva lot older than he looked.
Around here, everyone was.
“Follow me.” He strode past her and into the hail.
“Why?”
He disappeared around the corner just ahead without answering.
Alex glanced at the door that led outside, caught sight of the sword, and picked it up. The weapon was heavy, obviously very old, with an intricately carved but well-worn grip. She took’ it with her. She didn’t plan on being surprised again.
But she was. How could she not be when she turned the same corner he had and found herself in a huge, glaringly bright laboratory?
“Hello, Dr. Frankenstein,” she murmured, gaze touching on the bottles and beakers, the test tubes and Bunsen burners, many of them sporting a liquid that shone scarlet beneath the fluorescent lights and explained why the place smelled like a slaughterhouse. She wondered if Elise knew about this.
Or if he knew about her.
“Cade,” the man said, his back to her as he messed with something atop along, shiny black table to the rear.
“Huh?”
“Not Frankenstein?’ He turned, a large needle in his hand. “Not yet.”
Alex brought the sword up. “What do you plan to do with that?”
Confusion dropped over his face. “Draw your blood. What else?”
“Take your own. I’m not sharing.”
“But—” The creases in his forehead deepened. “Didn’t Julian tell you?”
Barlow had told her a lot of things. None of them had involved giving Herr Doctor her blood.
“No,” she said, figuring that answered his question and told him what she thought of his poking her with that needle. But she waved his sword back and forth just in case he didn’t get the message.
Cade—was that his first name or his last?—sighed. “He forgot again. He has a lot on his mind.”
Alex lifted a brow. No doubt.
He motioned for her to come closer. “Just a little prick—”
“Don’t sell yourself short, pal. I’m sure it’s not that little.”
He blinked, clearly not getting the joke. Then shook his head dismissing it. “No, really?’ He stepped forward. “I promise. It’ll be over before you know it.”
Alex waved the sword in a faster, wider arc. “Since it ain’t happening, you’re right.”
“Don’t you want to know why you’re different?”
The sword stopped mid-arc. “What?”
“Julian said that you could touch the others and they could touch you.”
“So?”
“Unless you were inoculated with my serum, your head should threaten to split open if you do that.”
“But he said—” Alex paused. Barlow had said that he could touch the wolves he’d made and they could touch him. He’d never said that they could all play patty-cake together. “What else did Barlow say?”
“That he wanted me to find out why.”
“And you always do what he says?”
“Doesn’t everyone?”
“Not me.”
Cade tilted his head. “I should probably find out why that is, too.”
“Because I’m a bitch, he’s an ass, and I don’t wanna?”
Cade choked; then his laughter spilled free. “This is going to be so much fun to watch. No one’s defied him in centuries. I think the last wolf that did woke up one day without a throat.”
“I see now where the fun comes in,” Alex said drily.
Cade, who’d finally stopped laughing, snorted. “If he -hasn’t killed you yet, he isn’t going to.”
“I wouldn’t count on that.”
The sword was getting heavy. Not that she couldn’t
manage it but Alex saw no reason to continue holding the thing in front of her as if she were auditioning for the movie version of Xena: Warrior Werewolf So she set the weapon on the nearest tabletop that wasn’t cluttered with books and papers and glass, but she kept her hand on the hilt.
“How do you resist his. . . ?“ Cade made ‘a circle in the air with the needle.
Alex’s mouth tightened. She hadn’t resisted him very well at all—at least when it came to sex. She could tell Bar -
low to blow off, but when it came right down to it, all she really wanted to do was blow him.
“Commands,” Cade finished.
Alex had to scramble for the question. Resisting his commands? It wasn’t easy. But the more she did it, the easier it got. Maybe if she refrained from doing him a few times, she’d be able to resist him for good. -‘
And why did the thought of never feeling his skin beneath her palms, his mouth on hers, his body deep within make her twitchy? She didn’t know, and she didn’t want to.
“I just say nuh-uh,” Alex answered. “You should try it sometime.”
“I have. It makes me. . .“ Cade shifted his thin shoulders beneath the starched white coat. “Squirrelly.”
Alex nodded. That was as good a word as any. “Me too. But I’d rather feel’ squirrelly than. . . owned.”
“He doesn’t own us.”
“Close enough,” Alex muttered. Then, since she didn’t want to argue a point she wouldn’t win—not with one of the ownees—Alex moved on. “Why were you out alone in the night?” she asked.
“Alone?” he repeated.
“There’s a rogue wolf picking off the Inuit villagers one by one.”
“Wasn’t me,” he said with the quickness of a seven-year-old accused of breaking into the cookie jar. “And no one from our village would ever hurt anyone from theirs.”
“Because of the agreement.”
Cade bobbled the needle, barely managing to keep from sticking himself or dropping it. “Julian’s been chatty.”
“Barlow’s a lot of things. Chatty isn’t one of them.”
“Yet you know about Awanitok and our agreement with them after being in town for barely a day.”
“I’m easy to talk to.” And a really good liar. “If no one here would dare defy him. . .“ Except Alex, and she hadn’t eaten anyone lately. “. . . then whatever’s doing it is a rogue.”
“Must be.”
“But a rogue, by definition, is. . .“ Alex cast about for a word.
“A scoundrel?”
“If you live in the seventeenth century.” Alex narrowed her eyes. “Did you live in the seventeenth century?”
“Among others.”
“Where were you born?” she asked, suddenly curious.
“Norse land.”
“Never heard of it.”
“The land of the Vikings.”
Alex looked him up and down. “You were a Viking?”
His face became distant. “I wasn’t a very good one.”
“Let me guess. You were from Norway. Like him,” Cade nodded, and Alex flicked a finger to indicate his eyes.
“Did he boink your mama, too?”
Cade jerked, mouth pulling into an expression of horror. “Why would you say such a disgusting thing?”
“Your eyes,” Alex said. “They’re like his.”
The scuff of a shoe had them both glancing toward the doorway where Barlow leaned, the nonchalance of his posture belied by the flare of fury in his all-too-familiar blue gaze.
CHAPTER 16
“He’s my brother,” Julian said, and stalked across the room.
Alex’s hand tightened around the hilt of Cade’s sword, but she didn’t take it up. Smart move. He’d disarm her quicker than she could say boink your mama.
How had she gotten the weapon away from Cade in the first place? His brother might have been a bad Viking, but he was a Viking. You’d think that would be good for something.
“Your brother,” Alex murmured. “The dead one?”
Julian swung his gaze in her direction. “As you can see,
he’s not dead.”
“You said he fell in battle, and that in your fury you shifted into a wolf.”
“I did.”
“Fell means died.”
“In what dictionary?” he asked.
She made an impatient sound. “If he wasn’t dead, then what pissed you off enough to make you furry?”
Julian was becoming pissed off enough right now to become furry. What was it about the woman that both infuri-
ated and aroused him? Or was it only that her arousing him, infuriated him?
He pulled his eyes from the lips he’d so recently kissed, and pathetically wanted to kiss again, only to meet his brother’s considering gaze. “What didn’t you tell her, Julian?”
“Bite me,” Julian growled, and Cade’s lips twitched. Despite all the centuries of their existence, his little brother still enjoyed halting him.
Cade glanced back and forth between Julian and Alex, then murmured, “Ah.”
Both Alex and Julian snapped, “Alt, what?”
Cade lifted his hands in surrender. “Nothing,” he said, but inside he was laughing.
Julian didn’t find any of this funny. He’d just spent hours agonizing over the past, over the reason Alex was here, what she had done. Then a single instant in her presence and all he could think of was the texture of her skin, the smell of it, that taste.
“Knull m~e i Øret,” he cursed.
“You keep saying that,” Alex murmured. “What does it mean?”
“Fuck my ear,” Cade supplied helpfully, the laughter still bubbling in his voice.
Julian shot him a look, but while Cade did as he was told just like everyone else in town, he wasn’t afraid of Julian. Never had been, never would be. Cade knew his big brother would never hurt him.
“I think I’ll pass,” Alex said.
“It’s a Norwegian curse,” Cade continued. “The Norse
version of ‘fuck me.”
. -
Alex studiously avoided glancing at Julian. Nevertheless he knew exactly what she was thinking.
Already did.
“What are you doing here?” he demanded.
“According to Cade, you promised him my blood.” Alex indicated the needle and vial his brother still held in his hand. “Why didn’t you tell me I’m not only a werewolf freak but, apparently, a freaky werewolf?”
Julian slapped himself in the forehead. He’d completely forgotten to bring her here. “Give him your arm.”
“No,” she said, then grabbed her own wrist, which had begun to lift in response to the order, and held it down.
“Answer my question.”
His teeth ground together so loudly, it sounded as if he had gravel in his mouth. “I planned to tell you when I brought you to have the blood drawn.” He frowned, glancing between her and Cade. “Why did you come here if not for that?”
“I didn’t know about that. Or him. I followed a lone wolf through town.”
Julian tensed. The rogue had dared to walk into his domain? He’d tear the beast into pieces. “Where did it go?”
She lifted her chin in Cade’s direction. “Right there.”
Julian let out the breath he’d taken. Not the rogue. Just Cade. Cade liked to run alone. He always had.
“And when he came inside, you decided to come in for…” Julian waited.
“I decided to come in and ask, What the hell?” Alex said. “But he took a swing at my head with his Viking sword
—”
“You did?” Julian glanced at his brother in surprise, squelching ‘the desire to mutter too bad y
ou missed, which would only arouse more suspicion. The wolves in Barlowsville were family. One didn’t wish any of them dead.
Cade shrugged. “I didn’t know who she was. I thought everyone was out with you.”
Julian let Cade believe he’d been running with the others. He certainly didn’t want to discuss why he hadn’t been.
“You wanna explain this, too, while you’re at it?” Alex stood next to Cade’s laptop. “Thought you were off the grid?’
“We are.” Cade crossed over, picked up the computer, and brought it back to the center island where he stood within arm’s reach of his toy. He never had liked anyone else touching it.
Cade quickly gave Alex a rundown on how he had Internet when no one else did. She didn’t appear to understand the explanation any better than Julian did. She opened her mouth, no doubt to spew forth more questions, and the back door banged—open, then shut. Footsteps hurried down the hall George burst in, face flushed, chest heaving.
“Ah, hell,” Julian muttered an instant before the boy announced, ‘We found another body.”
“One a night,” Alex drawled. “Someone’s hungry.” Julian ignored her. “Who was it?”
“Dr. Cosgrove.”
“Doctor?” Alex asked.
“Veterinarian.”
“Maybe someone didn’t care for the way he was sticking them with needles,” she muttered.
“We don’t see the veterinarian,” he snapped. “We don’t see any doctor at all. We don’t get sick.”
“Except in the head?’
He shot her a glare.
“What?” She rounded her eyes with false innocence. “You don’t think someone in the village has snapped?”
George was listening wide-eyed. He’d no doubt report every word to Jorund as soon as he got back.
“I’ll come within the hour,” Julian said.
The boy nodded and went out the way he’d come in. Silence settled over them. It didn’t last long.
“Aren’t you going to ask your brother what he’s been doing out there alone in the night?” Alex demanded.
“Why?”
Alex rubbed her nose as if she had a sudden headache. “Rogue wolf killing Inuit nightly. Remember?”
“You think Cade is a murdering, rogue werewolf?” Julian asked. “Look at him.”
“Hey!” Cade exclaimed. “I’m right here.”