A Wolf's Love (Wolf Mountain Peak Book 5)

by Sarah J. Stone

  “So, look into it,” she answered, and he noticed the desperation in her voice. “If there is something going on, I can't just let it go. I have to be sure.”

  “Eliza, calm down,” he wished he was with her right now, able to wrap his arms around her and kiss the top of her head. Normally, he didn't mind the distance. But it was moments like this that he cursed it. He wanted so badly to comfort her, to stroke her hair. But Eliza was no ordinary woman; she was queen. “Is there any other information you can give me?”

  “Nothing,” she said. “I just need to make sure that I'm not going crazy.”

  “Have you heard him?” Nathaniel was almost afraid to ask.

  She gave the slightest nod. “But I could have been dreaming,” she said.

  “Increase your guard detail,” he said at once. “Take every precaution.”

  “You think this is possible?” she asked.

  “I don't know, but I'm not taking any chances.” He searched his mind. “A friend of mine – Laura – spent some time on the very outer rim with her Tiro. She was telling me about some beings out there who almost seemed to drift in and out of time and space. She's a diplomat, so working with beings who didn't recognize time presented challenges. I'll ask her if she's ever heard of anything like this.”

  “Ask the whole planet,” Eliza answered. “So long as I'm not going crazy or seeing ghosts.”

  “Please call me if anything else happens,” he replied. “Anything at all. I was distracted before, but I'll answer, I promise.”

  “I will,” she said. They stared into each other's eyes for a long moment, wanting to say more. But now did not seem the time for sappy romance or love stories. His heart was racing as he got up, disconnecting the video call. He wanted her to be safe, of course, and he wanted her to feel protected.

  But this couldn't be possible.

  A vague, sinking feeling entered his mind. The first time that Eliza had told him Ladd was dead by her hand had been a lie. She had kept him alive because he was the last heir to the throne, and an heirless throne was worse than a threatened one. She had lied to his face, and it had almost gotten her killed. Actually, it would have gotten her killed had Sienna been unable to save her.

  She wouldn't do that again, would she?

  Nathaniel shook the thought from his mind as he exited his room. It was past six p.m., and he was exhausted, but he stopped in Sienna's room.

  She was curled up on her bed, typing on her tablet. It brought a smile to his face just to see her sitting there, breathing, looking up at him. He was reminded too often that she might not be there the next day.

  “Hi,” he said. “I have to pop into the East Wing to see Laura for a few minutes. Do you want to come? If not, I think Desmond is just in the library.”

  “Laura?” she put down her tablet. “Yes.”

  He raised an eyebrow. She normally wanted to come with him, but once the sun set, she was content to just be still and quiet.

  “Slowly, then,” he said as she got up. “Are you almost done with your homework?”

  “Homework?” she answered. I was bidding for missions.”

  “I'm sorry?” he looked at her like she had grown a third eye. “You literally just got out of the med bay.”

  “I was bidding for missions that were weeks away,” she tried.

  “No,” he said. “You'll leave the bidding to Desmond and me, who will decide when you are well.”

  “I was only bidding on support missions,” she answered, and he raised an eyebrow.

  “Really?” That surprised him. Support missions were for teams of Maestros and Tiros. One was to lead while the other hung back on the planet, usually idle. Sienna never wanted to do those missions; she was shy, but she also wanted excitement. He was surprised she even knew how to get into that tab. “How come?”

  “Oh, no reason,” she answered as they walked. He could tell she still wasn't quite stable, but she was improving.

  “This wouldn't have anything to do with Laura's Tiro, would it?” Nathaniel asked.

  “You aren't asking Laura something just because she's pretty, are you?” Sienna answered, and he choked. Her responses were never that witty or that quick.

  “Sienna…” he said, and then realized she had read his thoughts. “It is not okay to invade my thoughts.”

  “You sound like Desmond,” she answered, and he rolled his eyes.

  “Desmond and I may be very different, but we do share basic opinions,” he said. “Don't read my thoughts.”

  She was silent for a few moments as they walked, and then her jaw hung open. “You kissed her?!”

  People actually turned around to look at them in the hall. Nathaniel took her arm, pulling her into an empty classroom so that they wouldn't get gaping stares.

  “No,” he said through gritted teeth.

  “But I saw!” She gestured. “I saw in your mind.”

  “That was just in my mind!” he cried. “What did I just say about not reading my thoughts?”

  “But…” She searched her shocked brain for the right words. “What about Eliza?”

  “Sienna,” he said as he ran a hand over his face. “First of all, we shouldn't even be having this conversation, and I'm sure you are well aware of that. Second of all, I have eyes in my head. I can think Laura is pretty and accidentally imagine kissing her without it being a problem.”

  “But what about Eliza?”

  “Eliza is a galaxy away right now and she needs help,” Nathaniel said. “Which is why I'm going to ask Laura a question. Now, are you coming or not?”

  She stood still, thinking. “How could you do that to Eliza?”

  “I have done nothing to Eliza!” he cried. “They were thoughts, Sienna – nothing more. I'm sure Eliza has thoughts, too.”

  “I'm sure she doesn't,” Sienna replied, and he rolled his eyes.

  “I can leave you with Desmond in the library,” he answered. “Whatever he's doing is far less entertaining than what I'm going to investigate.”

  “No,” she said. “No, take me with you. I will be quiet.”

  “I don't need you to be quiet,” he answered. “I just need you to be less intrusive. Can you do that?”

  She nodded, although he didn't believe her for a moment. And in a lot of ways, he didn't blame her. If he was that powerful, if it came to him that easily, would he be cautious with it? Or would he use his magic to make his life easier? Part of the reason her language had progressed as slowly as it did was because of her ability to read minds and bond with her Maestros. A witch's bond knew no language barriers, and so she had relied on them for years.

  He had never seen her rely on anyone else or even be willing to go places with anyone else until that day with Devon in the cafeteria. And that worried him to no end.

  “Good,” he said. “Stay close, then.”

  They walked in silence for a few moments more, taking the shortcuts down the hallway to where Laura and Devon had rooms. The Academy was huge, and it was a maze for those who didn't know their way around. Connected by a seemingly never-ending loop of hallways and tunnels, an unsuspecting visitor could spend days lost inside its walls. But to Nathaniel, it was second nature to turn left or right. He soon found himself in the East Wing's common room.

  Laura was curled up in a chair by the fire, paging through an old journal. She had an interest in history, as Nathaniel learned, and was always looking for journals and artifacts from the library that had not been properly documented or recorded. Devon was at the ping pong table with a peer, playing the game with just their magic. It was impressive, and an encouraged exercise to work on precision and timing.

  Nathaniel let Sienna head toward the table as he got Laura's attention.

  “Fancy meeting you here,” she said with a grin as she sat up. “Did you walk all the way from the West Wing just to see me?”

  “I may have,” he answered. “If I tell you I did, will you reach back into your memory and answer some questions for me?”<
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  She laughed. “You don't have to flatter me to ask for my help,” she said as she patted the seat beside her, “but I'll accept it.”

  “Your eyes are like moonlight?” Nathaniel tried, and she smiled.

  “What can I do for you, bearer of compliments?”

  “Ghosts,” he said. “Possibly through a magical tunnel. Maybe time and space aren't relevant to them. Do you remember in the med bay, you were telling me about that mission you did on the outer rim?”

  “Sure,” she said. “One of my favorites. Also, one of the most disturbing. I'm accepting of all alien forms, of course, but those were just eerie.”

  “Time didn't matter to them, right?” he asked, trying to remember what she had said.

  “They were both dead and alive – there and not at the same time,” she replied. “I mean, I was just there to talk trade negotiations with them, but wrapping my mind around what they believed and how they operated was half the battle…No, it was the whole battle. I eventually had to stop trying to understand it.”

  “Can you tell me?” Nathaniel asked, sitting down. “I think it's going to help someone.”

  “Sure.” She smiled as she watched Sienna flick the ping pong ball away from Devon. “Settle in.”

  Chapter 7

  “How did you meet her?” Laura asked, two hours later. Nathaniel had meant to just ask for advice and then go back to speak to Eliza. Instead, his conversation with Laura had spiraled into a conversation about everything imaginable. It was easy to talk to her; he didn't have to explain the things he had to explain to Eliza, like how magic made him feel or why he felt restricted at times. Laura understood with a simple look and a glance.

  “A quest,” he replied with a shrug. “It was just supposed to be a normal quest, but it turned into something more.”

  “Obviously much more,” Laura shrugged. “It's the way it goes sometimes. You won't be the first, and you won't be the last, I doubt. But is this something serious?”

  “On and off,” he said as he sat back. “There have been disruptions in our lives, but it's steady.”

  “Good for you,” she said. “The only thing that many witches stick to is their magic and their Maestros. Everything else is different from day to day.”

  “Can I have credits?” Sienna was suddenly at his side, and Nathaniel looked up. He had almost forgotten that she was there, she had been so quiet. After Devon's ping pong game, they had settled down, presumably working on homework. He had barely looked up in an hour. He felt her – with his bond, of course – but she wasn't in distress, and so he didn't intervene.

  “What do you need credits for?” he asked, confused. Witches were allotted a small amount of credits every month when they weren't on quests to pay for anything they deemed necessary outside of their needs that were taken care of at the Academy. Seeing as how they generally didn't subscribe to any outside methods of teaching, work, or material objects, they rarely needed them.

  “Uh…” She looked back to Devon, who grinned.

  “Pool.”

  “Pool?” Nathaniel said in surprise “Like the game?”

  “Royals in Center town has pool tables,” Devon said. “I thought ping pong was too easy; we should try pool without the cues.”

  Laura clearly had no issue with her Tiro wandering into the city without her and heading to mainstream establishments. Nathaniel looked up to Sienna, assessing her color.

  “You don't look well, little one,” he said, but she shrugged.

  “It's just a short walk away. One game. I would like to try.”

  “Let them try, Nathaniel,” Laura said to him, grinning. “Devon has been going on his own for years. It's good training for them to try their magic in a different environment.”

  “I agree with that assessment,” Nathaniel said, taking out his com-link. He pressed a few buttons, transferring a minimal amount of credits over to her. “One game, you hear me? And if you don't feel well, you come back right away.”

  “Yes,” she promised.

  “And you call me if you need me,” he said.

  “Yes,” she said, rolling her eyes. “One game.”

  “I promise I'll take good care of her and bring her home soon.” Devon stood up, his hands shoved in his pocket. “You won't even notice she's gone.”

  “I'll notice if it's anywhere close to ten o’clock,” Nathaniel said. “That's curfew.”

  “Promise,” Devon said, and Sienna grinned up at him, in awe of how relaxed he was. Nathaniel was surprised by the request, because Sienna rarely wanted to be more than three feet from him or Desmond. But if she was comfortable, he wanted her to learn it was all right.

  As soon as they were gone, he turned back to Laura whose eyes were sparkling.

  “You don't normally do that, hmm?” she said.

  “She did just get out of the med bay,” Nathaniel pointed out. “But no. We're–”

  “Overprotective?” Laura teased, leaning back. Their tea mugs were empty, and she had an idea. “Do you want to go to my room for a moment?”

  “Sorry?” Nathaniel said in shock. She couldn't possibly be as forward as she was coming off.

  “Only that I have something a bit stronger than tea,” she said. “If you are game.”

  He grinned. “I am game. Not for much, though. Technically on duty and all.”

  “You're lucky,” Laura said as they rose. “I'm on duty with Devon twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week. There is no off time, no break. The way the two of you do it, it makes it seem like having two Maestros is ideal.”

  “It can be that,” Nathaniel answered. “Although, there are plenty of times where it's Desmond and I, and we still can't handle it.”

  “It must be hard,” Laura said and touched his arm. “You're strong.”

  “I…” He turned to meet her eyes and felt a shiver go down his spine. She had such beautiful eyes – so deep and soulful. They were locked in their gaze for a long moment, people swirling past them. “Thank you.”

  “There's no sugarcoating here,” she said. “I tell it like it is, and I ask for what I want.”

  It was the same kind of strength that attracted him to Eliza. A strong woman who knew where her heart and mind were was more attractive than any supermodel. It didn't help that Laura looked like a siren on top of her strength.

  He was in trouble, and he knew it.

  “Shall we uh…get the things? From your room?”

  “Sure,” she said, with a little smile. “This way.”

  ***

  Meanwhile, walking toward the city center, Sienna had Devon's arm in a similar style. It was her first time out in town without her Maestros, and she clung to Devon's arm as the people swirled around her.

  “It's so busy,” she said as they walked.

  “Well, you probably don't usually come out in the evenings,” he replied.

  “No,” she said. “Never. Usually, just in the mornings for an item or a walk.”

  “After sunset is the most fun,” he answered, slipping an arm around her waist for easier navigation through the crowds.

  She copied his position, noticing that her hip bone fit perfectly into his side. She had never felt like this – so safe, so right.

  “Oh…” Devon moved her hand gently, shifting it lower on his waist so that she was touching his hip bone. She looked up at him in confusion, having felt something bulge against his side – hard metal on the right side that jabbed at her fingers.

  “What?”

  “Just there,” he said, his face casual. But Sienna was smarter than that, even if she couldn't find the words. She put her hand back where it had been, tracing the hard, metal circle and then the light tubing that went from the bolt up to his chest. She looked up at him, meeting his eyes.

  “You have a port,” she said in surprise.

  He took a deep breath, trying to smile. “It's just temporary.”

  “They don't put ports in temporarily,” she replied, trying to keep her voice
low. “I know that.”

  “There's no hiding anything from you, is there?” he asked, looking around. They were passing a park, dark and quiet as the citizens kept to the outside. The streets were noisy, but Devon could see a bench inside by the river that was secluded. “Come with me.”

  She didn't question it, taking his hand as they walked through the grass. Once they were behind the trees, he sat. She followed suit, her eyes wide with questions.

  “Why?” she asked.

  He didn't meet her eyes. “Because I'm on a constant drip of Sarcodone.”

  The name of the drug hit Sienna like a rock. She knew he was sick. She knew that he needed regular treatment, and she suspected she knew what it was.

  But to feel the tube feeding constantly into his heart, keeping it beating – to know that he was IV'd constantly to battle the mutated cells in his body – was a whole other ball game.

  A hundred years ago, Devon would be dead within three days. Today, she knew they could do much more for him. He'd have years, decades maybe, and they could manage it so he felt no ill effects; no pain as long as he lived. If he was without the drugs for too long, it would all come rushing back to him.

  It was a fake life – a chemical life. He wouldn't feel his insides failing, his organs committing suicide, his heart faltering. He would feel none of it until the moment it was too late. They weren't curing him, just as they couldn't cure her.

  Sienna had never felt so connected to anyone in her whole life. She lay her head on his shoulder, her eyes closed. She reached out for his hand, and he took it, using his other arm to stroke his head.

  “It's okay,” he said. “You're the one with the short-end of the stick. I feel fine most of the time.”

  “You shouldn't be going on quests like you do,” she said. “You could–”

  “I know,” he answered, cutting her off. “But Laura and I made a pact. We would do as many as we possibly could and try to live a normal life.”

  “That's why it's closed off to the Jurors,” she said. “They would pull you off quests for sure.”