Bobcat: Tales of the Were (Redstone Clan) (13 page)

Bob used his muscular thighs and braced one foot against the wall of the SUV for purchase, holding her body to him with strong hands. One kiss ended and another began, one blending into the other as he possessed her totally, sending her body into an orbit of need and want.

But he didn’t leave her wanting for long. His thrusts brought her pleasure so intense that she began to make soft little noises each time he filled her, her body clenching around him, wanting to keep him deep within.

She was desperate now, breathing hard as she reached for the pinnacle, just out of her grasp. But Bob was there. He brought her with him, urging her higher and higher. And then they exploded in a shower of sparks she swore she could see, though her eyes were shut tight. It was magical and ecstatic. Sublime and almost divine.

Being with the man who might just be her mate was like nothing she ever could have predicted. And her inner cat was purring, wanting to keep him with her forever. The human woman was tempted to agree.

She must have dozed for a few minutes because the next time she woke, the rain had stopped and dawn was definitely lighting the sky in the east.

“Good morning again, kitten.” Bob’s voice was full of the low rumble of his purr. Sexy as all get out.

She reached up, kissing him as she took stock of the h
appy lethargy in her limbs. She had slept well and been well loved the first time she had awakened. Maybe they had time for a repeat before they had to get on the road?

Bob seemed to be thinking along the same lines, his hands roaming over her body. She was starting to heat up again—

And then the screech of an owl sounded almost right above their vehicle and both of them stilled. She was breathing hard, as was he. His gaze held hers even as he moved slowly to separate their bodies. He looked upward, out the small vent at the top of the roof of the SUV and then out the small viewports on either side of the vehicle.

The owl screeched again and then the sound of wings could be heard moving away. A moment later, something small squealed. The owl had made
a kill despite all the noise he had been making.

“That doesn’t seem quite right,” she whispered so low that the sound wouldn’t carry beyond the cabin of the SUV.

“Yeah, I know,” Bob agreed, pulling on his pants with deft, quiet movements. She reached for her clothes and did the same. “It’s too close to full daylight to risk going out four-footed. I’m going to take a quick look around out there. Stay here, close up the ports, and be ready to leave. If I don’t return in five minutes, drive away and head to Las Vegas, okay? My family will take you in and I’ll join you there, if I can. Promise me.”

“But—” she tried to object.

He reached out to her, cupping her cheek. “Promise me, sweetheart. I only just found you. I want you safe.” His gaze held hers and there was so much being said between his impassioned words. “Please?”

She sighed and nodded. “Okay. But you be careful.” It was the
please
that got her to agree in the end. She knew big, strong Alphas like Bob didn’t often plead with anyone. They were more into giving orders and expecting obedience. That he bent so far for her meant something. Something important.

Bob took off through the woods on two legs, using every skill he had for stealth. He might not have actually served as an Army Green Beret, but his two eldest brothers had, and they had made it a point to teach the other three brothers everything they knew. The five of them were a well-oiled machine when it came to field work. They had put in long hours practicing until they each had developed skills that exceeded most regular shifters.

He scouted on foot and finding nothing, he took to the trees. Cats were naturally good climbers and he was no exception, for all his size. He saw the owl that had been so loud above them and followed its flight path. The higher vantage point and pearly gray light right before full dawn showed him things he hadn’t seen the night before.

Not too far away was the reason for the owl’s odd behavior. Intruders. Several dark-clothed men stalked through the forest as if looking for something, but not really expecting to find it. They were far enough away that he judged they wouldn’t hear the engine of the SUV—if they left now.

Bob hopped down from the tree and raced back to the vehicle. Serena was in the front passenger seat and she looked relieved when she saw him until she realized he was running. Smart girl.

He hopped into the driver’s seat and started the engine as quietly as he could. Making sure to check the mirrors and look over their campsite carefully, he moved rapidly toward the road.

“I think we got away clean,” he said as the SUV rolled onto the pavement. “They’ll see depressions from the tires and might even get a few impressions of the tread, but I made sure to buy a very popular brand of tire that fits multiple vehicles. They won’t get very far trying to trace us that way.”

“Who won’t?” she asked. She seemed more baffled than upset, for which he was glad.

“Whoever sent out a search party in that forest. There was a team of about five guys in dark gear beating the bushes, looking for something. They weren’t dressed like forest rangers or campers. They looked like
foot soldiers.”

“Do you think they were looking for us? How could they have traced us? We were so careful.” She seemed more alarmed now and he hated having to add to her worry.

“It’s possible. We had to get gas. People saw us when we stopped. And other motorists saw us on the road, though with the tint on this glass, they probably didn’t get a good look. But it’s equally possible those guys were looking for someone else. That owl might’ve been one of our kind, which would explain why it screeched a warning in case the SUV it saw parked in a strange place had shifters in it. Or maybe those foot soldiers were just searching any area where
were
might’ve hidden after the shake up yesterday. We’re not the only ones on the run from the Lords’ mountain. By now they’ve gotten word out through the Alpha network to warn every affiliated Tribe, Pack and Clan. Everybody on our side of this conflict is laying low and regrouping, preparing for the worst. Or at least, they should be.”

“I wish we knew for sure what was going on.”

“It’s almost six a.m. I’ve got to call Steve to check-in. We’ll get a sit rep from him.”

Bob touched a few controls that would connect him with his brother in Las Vegas through the phone. The magic of Bluetooth connectivity allowed the audio transmission to play over the speakers in the SUV so they could both hear the call ring on the other end.

“Bobcat, how’s it going?” Steve answered on the second ring.

“Somebody was beating the bushes near our overnight parking spot this morning, but I don’t think anybody saw us. We’re back on the road. Most they’ll get is a tire impression. What’s going on in the wider world?”

“The Lords are still pinned down by a large force. It’s an old fashioned siege up there with magic flying every which way, but I’ve got my money on the good guys. If this were my op, I’d say the siege of the mountain is a distraction maneuver. Something else is going on here. The less protected shifter leaders were fair targets, but the
Venifucus
had to know they’d never be able to take the mountain with the force they sent. The best they could hope for is exactly what’s happening now—keeping the Lords in place and less effective than they otherwise might be.”

“They haven’t managed to stop communications though, right?” Bob asked.

“No. The Lords have multiple redundant systems in place to communicate down the chain of command through the Alphas that report to them. There have been a few reports through the network of hunting parties out looking for stray
were
. That could be what you encountered this morning. So far, I haven’t heard even a hint that anyone is looking specifically for you, but I’ll keep channels open and alert you if that changes.”

“Good. We have a couple of
locations to search for Jezza. I’ll check in again at noon. Say hi to Trisha and the rest of the family for me.”

“Will do. Stay safe, you two. Don’t take too many chances.”

Steve signed off with little fanfare and Bob ended the call.

“Sounds like they weren’t after us specifically, which is something to be thankful for, I guess,” Serena observed after a moment of thoughtful silence.

Bob nodded, thinking through what Steve had told him. “I wonder what the bigger objective is though. If this is really some sort of distraction tactic, it’s a hell of a big operation to use that way. Whatever they’re doing behind the scenes must be even bigger.” Bob frowned. The only thing he knew of that would be bigger was something he didn’t even want to contemplate.

“Their stated goal is to bring Elspeth back to this realm,” Serena said in a small voice.

That was exactly the thing Bob didn’t want to think about, but he had to face facts. “All the attempts up ‘til now that we’re aware of have failed.” He had to keep believing in the good guys and their ability to foil the
Venifucus’s
plans.

“What if this time is different?” Serena’s statement hung in the air between them as Bob drove through the light rain, toward their target.

By the time they reached the dusty valley where the old ghost town lay almost hidden among tumbleweeds and rocks, the rain had stopped and sun began to break through the clouds. They approached cautiously, uncertain of what they might find.

Bob parked the SUV a short distance from the nearest building and got out. He had arranged the vehicle so that the driver’s side door faced the road, which was some distance away. He wanted to take a look around before he exposed Serena to possible danger.

“Seems deserted,” she observed, looking out the windows of the SUV.

“Maybe it is. Then again, maybe it’s not.” Bob stretched his limbs and knew Serena had to feel as stiff as he did. “You can get out of the car, just stay behind it for now, out of sight of the road. Keep your feet hidden behind the back tires. I don’t think we were followed, but we can’t be too careful.”

They were in a long, flat valley between two rolling foothills.
There was little vegetation except the scrubby high desert grasses that characterized parts of this side of the mountain range. Because of the higher elevations west of their location, most of the rain in the area fell on the other side of the big mountains. So they had pretty good visibility on Serena’s side of the vehicle. With their shifter eyesight, they could easily spot any movement up on the hills.

Bob had done a thorough scan of the area as they drove in and continued to sweep his gaze over the perimeter. He didn’t see any threats on Serena’s side of the tall SUV, but when he looked at the road again, he saw a telltale plume of dust. Somebody was coming.

“Get back in the car and stay out of sight,” Bob said, able to see the approaching vehicle more clearly by the second. Luckily, Serena was still hidden on the other side of the SUV.

She didn’t argue, just hopped into the vehicle and into the comparative safety of the dark-windowed
back of the vehicle. Bob shrugged out of his flannel shirt, leaving himself clad only in a sleeveless T-shirt in case he needed to shift. His lower half could shift out of the jeans and boots with relative ease, but the fewer layers he had on top, the better if he needed to become his cougar in a hurry.

He stowed the shirt on the driver’s seat of the SUV while he opened a compartment in the dash and took out some equipment. Photography was a hobby of his and he always kept one of his to
p-of-the-line cameras with him, in case he came across something worth shooting. In this particular situation, it might come in handy to have an excuse for being near the old ghost town.

He could see the approaching vehicle clearly now and there w
as definitely some sort of official emblem on the doors. Police or park ranger or something else official. Maybe this wouldn’t turn out to be a shifter problem, but he wasn’t taking any chances.

“Cover up back there and if anyone searches the vehicle, pretend to have been taking a nap, okay? It looks like we’re getting a visit from somebody in an official vehicle. Could be just a human cop of some kind wondering what we’re doing here. Or not. Won’t know for sure until I can size them up in person, which won’t be long now.”

Bob knew Serena could hear him through the wall of the vehicle, but she didn’t make any sounds, to her credit. She knew how to hide, apparently, which was a good thing in this situation. Bob sent a prayer up to the Mother Goddess, hoping the vehicle contained just a nosy human official of some kind.

The vehicle drew up a few yards away and parked. The emblem on the door read US Border Patrol. So the lone man inside worked for the federal government.
Interesting.

The man
got out of the light-colored truck and took a long-barreled rifle with him, holding it casually over one arm. He wore mirrored sunglasses and black cargo pants, boots and a dark camouflage shirt. For a human, Bob supposed he looked dangerous. He was obviously comfortable with the rifle and Bob would bet he knew how to use it well.

“Got a report of a strange vehicle in the area,” the man began, walking a little closer, but halting far enough away to have time to bring up his rifle if he sensed a threat. The man was cautious and Bob was on his guard.

Bob had been bent over his camera bag, but rose to face the man, the chain that he usually wore tucked inside his shirt falling out as he moved.

“I hope I’m not doing anything wrong,” Bob said, putting on his best innocent act. “I heard about this ghost town and wanted to get some photos. Is that all right?
Do I need a permit or something?”

The Border Patrol agent took off his sunglasses and squinted at Bob’s chest. It took Bob a moment to realize the man was looking at the chain that had slipped out from inside his shirt.
The chain was silver-toned metal and held a stylized cross. Bob wore it as a memento of a friend who had touched his life in profound ways. He had worn it off and on for years now and thought of it as a sort of good luck charm.

“Photos?” The agent looked at the well-used and expensive camera equipment in the bag, then back at Bob. “You a Christian?” His chin jerked toward the cross on Bob’s chest.

Bob’s hand went to the chain. “I got it in Italy when I visited the Vatican,” he answered indirectly.

The agent nodded knowingly. “Catholic then. Made of silver?”

Bob thought the question somewhat telling since most magical races had serious problems with the poisonous metal. The cross
was
silver, but it was also blessed by a rare and sacred magic that allowed Bob to wear it and other shifters could touch it without fear. As far as Bob knew, it was one of a kind.

“Yeah. It’s got a Latin inscription on the back, see?” Bob grasped the cross and turned it over in his hand.

Something strange happened then. Bob stilled as his vision seemed to change. He could see a dark, almost malevolent glow about the other man’s left hand. Bob studied it covertly as the agent’s attention was focused on the cross, and a cold chill ran down Bob’s spine. He saw the mark of the
Venifucus
tattooed on the back of the guy’s hand.

Slade and his priestess mate had claimed to be able to see invisible tattoos on some of the
Venifucus
fighters the Clan had killed or apprehended in battles they had fought recently. A hand-drawn image of the various tattoos had been circulated among the Clan and Bob wouldn’t quickly forget what the evil patterns had looked like. An inverted V in a circle with magical glyphs all around shone on the back of the agent’s hand. It glowed a dull, pulsating red on the man’s skin, its poisonous taint flowing sluggishly through his entire body.

“What’s it say? Do you know?” the agent asked
, referring to the cross still held in Bob’s hand.

“In remembrance of He who made the blind to see,”
Bob quoted the Latin inscription’s translation, truly understanding it for the first time.

He’d never really
comprehended the full meaning before, but now he thought maybe he finally was in a position to appreciate it. The cross—the symbol of the Christian God, who had performed miracles such as curing blindness—was also a powerful magical talisman. Maybe this talisman’s real magic was in allowing someone like Bob, who had no magical sight of his own, to be able to see magic—or at least the hidden tattoos the servants of the
Venifucus
often wore.

“Nice,” the agent answered noncommittally.

Bob let go of the cross and the vision of the evil tattoo dissipated. Yeah, this cross was more than just a gift from a treasured friend. No doubt about it now. Bob was on his guard, and grateful yet again to the human priest who had befriended him and given him such a useful gift.

“We’ve had reports of wild animals around here. Wolves. Could be rabid. Stay away if you see any. Don’t stop for photos.” The agent’s eyes scanned the ghost town, then returned to Bob.

“Wolves?” Bob tried to sound timid, but it was a stretch for an Alpha cougar. Still, he tried to act the part of a scared, city-bred human. “Is it safe to stay here for a bit so I can get some photos?”

“You should be okay for a little while, but you
need to get off the mountain before dark, just to be safe.” The man lowered his rifle so that the barrel pointed to the ground. With any luck, he had bought Bob’s act.

“Thanks for coming out to check on me. I appreciate the work of federal agents such as yourself. Am I close to the actual border here?” Bob looked around, gesturing to the wild mountain slope to the north, playing his part to the hilt.

“Close enough,” the man almost grunted. It appeared he didn’t like being questioned, so Bob backed off a bit.

Clearly, the agent was overstepping the scope of his authority by hassling Bob, but he wasn’t going to push it. They weren’t anywhere near the border, which was on the other side of the
big mountain in the distance. And since when was the Border Patrol in the habit of warning people about rabid wolves?

Yeah, this guy had an altogether different agenda. He was looking for shifters, if Bob guessed right. Only the human man’s seeming inability to detect magic and Bob’s silver cross had thrown him off the scent.

Still, he could be playing a deeper game, but Bob thought not. If this guy suspected Bob was a shifter, he would probably have used that rifle by now. Any human warrior who knew about shifters, knew enough to never lower their guard around one. This guy had lowered his gun, his guard and everything else when he decided Bob was
safe
.

The fool.

And not only was he a fool, but he was in league with evil. Bob scratched his chest, touching the cool silver of the cross and his vision changed again, confirming what he had seen before. The Border Patrol agent wore the mark of the
Venifucus
. Bob would let him live for now, but there would be a reckoning. Eventually.

“Thanks again, Agent…” Bob trailed off, hoping the miscreant would supply a name.

It wasn’t strictly necessary to have his name, but it might help track him down later. It would also be helpful to report back to Steve. Bob knew his brother could work his computer magic and come up with all sorts of information on the erstwhile federal agent. Some of it might prove useful in the future.

“Parker,” the man replied automatically.

He pulled a business card from his shirt pocket and stepped closer to Bob to hand it over. Sure enough, it had the official seal of his office on it, as well as an office address and phone number.

“You see them wolves, or anything else strange out here, you give me a call.” He stepped back while Bob pocketed the card, then turned back. “What was your name again?”

“Sorry.” Bob smiled and reached into his photography bag to take out a card of his own. “Robert Painter,” he replied, handing over a stylish business card that sported one of his photographs of the Grand Canyon. “I mostly do landscape photography. I’ve had a few gallery shows in Portland and Seattle. After seeing this place, I’m hoping to do a series on ghost towns. I think it’ll be unique.”

Bob had used the photographer ploy a few times before and kept the bag stocked with documents that would prove he was somebody el
se. In fact, Bob truly had done exhibitions of his photos under the assumed name and kept anything to do with his hobby under that name on purpose.

Too many people would court him because he was one of the rich a
nd famous Redstone brothers. He had wanted his art to speak for itself, so the false identity had started as a way to do that. Eventually it had turned into a convenient alias to use in tricky situations. Nobody seemed to realize that in some parts of the country, cougars were known as
painters
. It was a little play on words that amused him.

The agent pocketed the card after reading it and started back toward his truck. “Just don’t stay too long. And don’t go in
to the structures. I can’t vouch for how safe any of the construction might still be after all these years.”

Bob almost laughed at that. If anybody could judge the soundness of a structure, it would be a Redstone. Construction was their business, after all.

“I’ll be finished in about a half hour. Maybe less. I just want to get a few shots of the exteriors of these buildings against the sky while the light is right. As soon as the sun shifts, the image I want will be lost.” Bob was tempted to add some more flowery, artistic description, but the agent was already getting in his truck.

Agent Parker waved as he pulled away and Bob touched the cross one more time to get a third confirming look at the tattoo on the man’s left hand. Yep. There it was. No doubt about it. Agent Parker was in league with
the devil.

Bob fussed with his photographic equipment for a little while longer until he was sure the Border Patrol agent was well out of range. He let his senses out to their full extent, sniffing the wind and listening carefully. He scented wolves had been here, but not within the past few hours.

He walked back toward the SUV and opened the door, reaching for a skinny, folded tripod he kept alongside the seats on the floor. He used the motion to look into the back, meeting Serena’s gaze.

“He’s gone, but I don’t think you should get out of the SUV. Sorry. He could easily have a scope aimed at us right now. I’d prefer it if he didn’t get a chance to spot you.”

“What was all that about?” Serena asked, her brows knit in concern.

“Agent Parker warned me about wolves, and asked if my necklace was silver. He knew about shifters. He figured I wasn’t one since I could touch silver and am wearing a cross. He took me for human.”

“I noticed the
chain before, but I figured it was some other kind of metal,” she said quietly, looking at the piece of silver that lay outside his T-shirt. “Is it really silver?”

“The chain is steel, but the cross is pure silver. It was a gift from a priest who helped me a lot when I was
younger. I wear it out of respect for him and as a sort of good luck charm, though I really only wear it when I’m traveling. When he gave it to me, Father Vincenzo said to wear it when I was away from home and that it would always help bring me back safely. I’ve never had reason to doubt his advice, so when I packed to go up to the Lords’ mountain, on it went.” Bob touched the cross and rubbed the inscription as he often did.

“How can you wear it? I mean, if it’s silver…” she trailed off, clearly puzzled.

“I’m not really sure, but I always assumed this thing had to have a hell of a lot of magic coursing through it to allow me to wear it. I guess I thought maybe it had to do with the man who gave it to me or maybe the fact that he said it was an ancient relic.”

“Why would he give something like that to you?”

“Why indeed?” That was the crux of the matter that had Bob thinking overtime. “I think I just found out why and you’re not going to believe it until you get a chance to see it in action for yourself.” He paused, trying to find words to explain what he had just experienced. “I’m not a very magical guy. I have the basic shifter magic that allows me to shapeshift and that’s it. Since meeting Slade and Kate, our priestess, and my brother’s mates, I realize I’m kind of low on the magic scale, even for a shifter. But when I touched this cross and looked at Agent Parker, I saw…” He didn’t know exactly how to put it into words.