by Kimber White
“They were for a friend,” I said, knowing how weak an answer that was. “And I am sorry. I’ve put you in the middle of something that’s got nothing to do with you.”
She stopped pacing. Turning to face me, she took two steps forward then sank slowly into the seat opposite me. I’d been afraid to touch her again. Molly wasn’t. She reached for me, gathering my hand in hers. The jolt of her touch nearly brought my wolf out again. My vision wavered and I knew she could see my wolf eyes glinting gold. Instead of showing fear though, my Molly marveled at them. She reached for my face and ran her thumb along my cheekbone.
“You’ve been here all the time, haven’t you?” she asked, her voice a solemn whisper. “All around me. I don’t even know how to describe it. But, I think I’ve seen shifters like you my whole life. I just didn’t open my mind to it.”
Smiling, I brought my hand up and covered hers with it. She was sweet and soft and trusting. The hint of tears made her eyes glisten, but she wasn’t sad. Molly was humbled. It would be so easy just to sink into the feel of her. God, I wished things were different. Jagger had known. He’d tried to explain.
“I have to go,” I said.
Molly jerked her hand away and stiffened. “You just got here. I have like a thousand questions.”
“I know. But, I have to get back.”
“It’s because of those other wolves, isn’t it?”
I swallowed hard and slowly rose. “Yes. It’s because of those other wolves.”
“Are you a good wolf or a bad wolf, Liam McConnell?”
The question took me by surprise. I had no ready answer. Molly didn’t press for one. Instead, she rose to her feet and came to me again. Touching my face, she studied it.
“They’ve been looking for you for a while,” she said. It was my turn to jerk away from her touch.
“What do you know about it?”
Molly bit her lip and moved toward the kitchen window. “Last night and the one before that. They were out there. I heard them howling. It felt like...I don’t know. They were hunting for something. I went outside. Liam, it was the most eerie thing I’d ever heard. At the time I thought I was just imagining things, but now?”
I went stone still, afraid to breathe. I didn’t want to transmit my fear to her. Molly moved to the back door.
“Don’t!” I shouted out a warning, but Molly had already opened the door and stepped outside.
I felt the vibration low in my core. My wolf tore at me. My vision tunneled. I saw Molly in infrared and profile. I hadn’t marked her. I hadn’t claimed her. But, already, just being near me had changed her on a molecular level. She sensed the same danger that I did.
“Liam?” She turned to me.
A lethal wind kicked up behind her, tossing her hair straight up. The walls of her trailer rocked.
“Get. Inside.” How I found the strength to form words when the wolf raged so fiercely, I do not know.
Molly took a step back, not quite able to separate the fear she felt pouring off of me from the danger behind her.
I went to her. Molly was already outside of the trailer. She gathered her arms around her, hugging herself as her hair blew wild around her face. I felt it as her spine turned to ice. The Chief Pack howled.
“Molly!” I shouted. “Get inside.”
But, it was already too late. The Chief Pack had scented me. How could they not? As close as I was to Molly, I had to have laid a pheromone trail all along the edge of the woods. Stupid. So stupid.
“Come on!” I shouted over the screeching wind.
“Where?” Molly turned to me, eyes wide.
“It’s not safe here for you. I can’t let them figure out your connection to me.”
“My what?” But there was no time for explanation. The Chief Pack was on the move. The pull to join them nearly drove me to my knees. Molly sensed it too. She took a halting step backward, her eyes lit with terror.
“Liam, you said…”
“No time!” I shouted. I had to get her to safety. There was only one place to go. I just prayed I’d be fast enough.
I went to her, gathering Molly into my arms. I held her so close I knocked the wind out of her. Then, I picked up speed and headed for the caves.
Eight
Molly
I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think. The ground whizzed by so fast it felt like Liam had taken flight. His heartbeat was my heartbeat and panic set in. The wolves moved in so fast from the east. There were three of them. I have no idea how I knew that, but I seemed to sense it through Liam.
All I could do was hold on tight as Liam ran on legs so fast they were a blur. I buried my face into his shoulder. His flesh seared me. His wolf hovered just below the surface. As he tore past trees and leaped over dead branches, I felt his bones bunch and roll. God, what was I supposed to do if he shifted mid-step?
I don’t know what made me think to do it, but I repeated the same thought over and over in my head. “Stay with me. Stay with me. Don’t shift. Stay Liam.”
Impossibly, he responded. Just when fur began to sprout from his chest where I pressed my cheek to him, Liam took a great, steadying breath and I felt smooth skin against mine.
Then, we were alone. It was as if every woodland creature in a mile radius knew to stay the hell out of Liam’s way. He stopped, finally. We were on the banks of a small spring deep in the heart of Mammoth Forest. I didn’t know my way back. I thought he’d headed west, but the ground moved so fast, I couldn’t be sure. The trees were so thick, I couldn’t even see the stars to orient myself.
“I need you to trust me,” Liam said, breathless.
I opened my mouth to say something, then clamped it shut. He regarded me with hard eyes. Then, he let out an exasperated sigh. “Fair enough,” he said. “You don’t have to trust me yet. But you do have to follow directions.”
“I what?”
I didn’t get a chance to say anything more. Liam came to me. He swept me off my feet and threw me over his shoulder. The ground came up with dizzying speed. He ducked low. Then, the ground opened up and swallowed us whole.
Liam stepped through a chasm in the rock I hadn’t even seen. We came through the other side in pitch blackness. The scent of damp earth and wet rock filled my nostrils. Liam went down and down. I reached out with my hands, trying to find something solid. My fingers made contact with smooth stone.
“Don’t struggle so much,” he said. “We’re on a narrow ledge and there’s a forty foot drop on one side. You can’t see as well as I can.”
“There’s a what?” I clawed Liam’s back instead of the rock wall. He was the only thing solid to me. Without being able to see, I had no sense of up or down. Liam took two sharp turns then finally came to a stop.
He put me down but kept a hand on my shoulder to steady me.
“Liam?” I hated how desperate my voice sounded, but I couldn’t get my bearings in the dark. My luck, I’d take one wrong step and fall to my death.
He scratched at something beside us. Then, light blazed all around as Liam switched on an LED lamp. It cast ghoulish shadows on the gray rock walls. We were in a wide cavern. Stalactites hung above us. We stood on a narrow path carved into the rock leading even further down.
“Where is this?” I said.
“Mammoth Caves,” he answered. It seemed to cost him something to say it. He’d asked me to trust him, but I became keenly aware that bringing here meant he had to trust me.
“At least, that’s where we would be if you headed about twenty miles that way.” He pointed to his right.
“I don’t understand,” I said. Except I did. Strange as it seemed, the environment made perfect sense. That is, if you have some whack-ass preternatural connection to a wolf shifter. Which apparently, I did. I couldn’t sense the other wolves anymore. This far underground with Lord knew how many tons of rock between us, they couldn’t pick up Liam’s scent.
“We’re safe here,” I said, my fear turned to wonder. I stretched out my
fingers and ran them along the smooth, cool, rock walls.
Liam’s mouth formed a grim line as he watched me. “To a point. Yes.”
“How did you find this place?”
He shrugged. “Come on. I’m sorry it had to happen like this, but we need to go talk to the others.”
“The what now?”
“The others,” he said. “It’ll be all right. I can’t really hide you from them now.”
My heart tripped. Hide me from them? I thought we’d just spent the last twenty minutes running from them.
With no other choice, I followed Liam. Tiny tendrils of fear crawled up my back as I realized I might not be able to make my way out of here on my own. Though Liam hadn’t yet given me any reason to think he planned on holding me against my will, the realization that I was utterly dependent on him at the moment unsettled me.
A winding path had been cut through the rock. It was crude, jagged. Not like the smooth shelves in the Mammoth Caves I’d visited as a kid. I remembered at the time hearing the cave system stretched more than four hundred explored miles. The theory was hundreds more remained unexplored. I realized I was probably walking through passageways only a handful of people in the world had ever set foot in.
Voices raised in alarm ahead of us. Liam’s back straightened. His thunderous heartbeat quickened. I pressed my hands to my ears trying to drive it out. I felt split in half around him. Whatever supernatural connection I had to him compelled me and made me feel safe. At the same time, it was foreign, mysterious. I felt part of something bigger and deadlier. I wasn’t sure I was ready for it.
“Liam!” A deep voice called for him. Liam froze. He stopped so quickly I ended up plowing into his back. He reached back and caught me before I stumbled.
“Please don’t tell me to wait here,” I said in a furious whisper. “It’s dark and I don’t know where I am.”
Liam’s eyes flashed with kindness. “Don’t worry. Stick by me and you’ll be fine.”
He took my hand and we walked toward the source of shouting. The narrow passageway opened up into a great, round cavern. Of all the incredible things I’d witnessed today, this may have been the zenith.
In the center of the cavern, three large men stood with their backs to me. They were shirtless, with broad shoulders and rippled muscles just like Liam. I didn’t need to see their faces to know they were like him in other ways as well. These were wolf shifters. I sensed them clearly. Liam’s posture changed. He moved ahead of me, shielding me with his body. I got the sense he didn’t even realize he was doing it.
As we drew closer, one of the men turned. He was bleeding badly from a ghastly wound across his chest. Three great slash marks cut deep through his flesh. The skin hung in ragged flaps as the blood poured down his abdomen.
I gasped and covered my mouth. The man caught my scent. His eyes flashed silver and he let out a warning growl that I felt first before it reached my ears.
The rest of the group turned. In addition to the three wolf shifters, there were two women and another man. Human. How I could sense that now, I couldn’t articulate. Being around Liam had changed me in ways I couldn’t fully understand yet. In the corner, shrouded in shadows, another figure lay on the ground. I couldn’t see his face, but the groan he gave out tore through me. He was hurt, badly.
“What the hell happened?” Liam said. He kept a hand at the small of my back.
“Is this why you needed the medicine?” I asked. I suppose I should have stayed quiet, but I just couldn’t help myself. The injured shifter, the one still on his feet, had to be in shock. There was no way he should be able to stay upright with the amount of blood he was losing. Why weren’t the others trying to help him?
One of the other shifters, the biggest of the three came forward. He was as tall as Liam, probably six foot four. He had dark hair and pale blue eyes that almost looked white in the ghostly glow of the LED lights. Strings of them lined the cavern floor. The woman beside him held a lantern in front of her as they came to us.
Liam moved again, putting his body partway in front of mine. My skin prickled at his touch. The woman stepped forward.
“Who’s this now, Liam?” she asked, her voice not unkind. She had short red hair in a serviceable bob. It framed her delicate face. She regarded me with an arched brow above clear gray eyes. Human eyes.
“Molly,” Liam answered, clearing his throat. “This is Keara. And this is Jagger.”
Jagger gave me a lethal stare as he put a protective hand on Keara’s arm when she tried to step forward to shake my hand. She shot him a quick glance. He let her go and she came to me.
Keara was tiny compared to these fearsome wolves. She was my height but fine-boned with porcelain skin. She wore a heather gray t-shirt, jeans, and work boots. More appropriate attire for cave-dwelling than my tank top, cutoff shorts, and canvas sneakers. Something about Keara’s expression told me she noticed the very same thing. She gave me a warm smile that seemed to say she had a plan to take care of it.
“Keara Wilkes,” she offered. “I’m pleased to meet you, Molly.”
“Molly Ravary,” I answered, shaking Keara’s firm hand. Her eyes darted up to Liam’s before she stepped back to Jagger’s side. He still hadn’t made a move to greet me. The man towered over Keara like a stone statue. Whatever was going on, Jagger wasn’t happy I was here. What the hell had Liam walked me into?
“They’re hurt,” I pointed to the injured wolf. “I’m not a doctor, but I know basic wound care.”
“You’re from the clinic?” Jagger asked in an accusatory tone.
“Yes,” I said. “I’m a vet tech.” I don’t know why this Jagger had my back up, but I emphasized the word “vet.” For my trouble, he emitted a low, threatening growl that shot straight up my spine.
“Enough!” Liam got in Jagger’s face. There was something nonverbal going on between the two of them. In profile, I could see Liam’s wolf eyes flash bright. Jagger’s eyes flicked to me. Keara came in the middle of them, placing a palm on each man’s chest.
“Heel, boys,” she said smiling. “We’ve got a lot of work to do tonight. Liam, as you can see, Mac ran into a little bit of trouble on his supply run.”
Mac, I deduced, was the injured wolf. Sweat caked his brow, but he seemed impervious to the massive wound on his chest. I moved toward him on instinct. Didn’t anyone else realize the man was in shock? At the least, he needed to be off his damn feet.
The shifter beside him raised a brow but made no move to stop me as I moved around Liam and approached Mac. “What did you do with the stuff you took from the clinic?” I turned back to Liam.
“What did I? What?”
The corner of Keara’s mouth lifted in a smile as she crossed her arms and looked up at Liam. “I think I like her already, Liam.”
“I don’t,” Jagger growled. “I mean, I’m sorry. Liam, you should have given us a warning.”
Liam turned to him. “Wasn’t time. Three pack members scented me near the clinic. Molly thinks the same ones were prowling around her place the night before.”
The amusement dropped from Keara’s eyes. She put a hand over her mouth. Her alarm transmitted to me, and I straightened my back.
“It’s all right,” Liam said. “They didn’t pick up her trail. They’re not after you, Molly. They’re after us. You’re safe here for now.”
“That’s great,” I said. “At some point, I’d really love it if one of you bothered to explain to me what the hell is going on.”
“We don’t have time for this, Liam!” Jagger turned on him, squaring off. This time, Keara didn’t get in the middle of them. Instead, she came to me.
“Listen,” she said. “These boys have some stuff to sort out. You’ll have to excuse their lack of manners. Things being what they are, I’d say you’re bunking with us tonight. At least until Liam can make sure the pack patrol has moved on.”
“Pack patrol? I don’t get any of this. I’m sorry. I’m hanging on by a very thin th
read right now. And you’ve got a man bleeding out right in front of you and nobody seems to want to help him. And I can’t even begin to assess the other one in the corner.”
Mac started to laugh. “What, this?” He pointed to the garish wound on his chest. Now that I was close enough to really see it, there was no mistaking what it was. The three jagged lines ripped through his flesh were clearly claw marks. The only type of creature I’d seen big and deadly enough to make that kind of wound was currently standing all around me.
“It’s just a scratch, darlin’,” Mac said. “Ran into a scrapper. Just a low-level minion. He didn’t know shit. And this? It’ll heal up by morning.” To prove his point, Mac thumped his chest just above the wound. He didn’t even flinch. My attention was drawn to the space above his fist. On his upper chest, Mac had an identical tattoo to Liam’s. A howling wolf’s head framed by massive wings and crossed swords. I looked closer, Mac shared other features with Liam besides the ink. He had the same shade of ginger hair that looked brown in the shadows. They were similar enough to be brothers.
“He’s right,” Keara said, putting a hand on my back. “Shifters heal fast. If he’s lucky, Mac won’t even scar.”
“Then why do you all have Liam out there committing about three different felonies and stealing vet meds if not for this?”
“I told you, we don’t have time for this!” Jagger practically barked his words. Liam growled beside him. The tension between them stirred up Mac and the other shifter beside him.
“Listen,” Keara said. “Mac, Gunnar, why don’t you go someplace quiet with Liam and Jagger. Sort your shit out. It’ll give Molly and me a chance to get to know each other a little better. She’s a guest here, after all. And she might be willing and able to help us if the four of you don’t scare her off. You’re doing a good job of it. Now, git. I’ll find her someplace suitable to hunker down for the night.”
Liam straight up snarled. The others joined Jagger’s side. It may have been just a trick of the shadows, but Mac’s chest wound wasn’t bleeding anymore. He moved and walked as if it was nothing more than a hangnail.