Dark of the Moon (13 page)

The next morning I squinted against the sunlight. I’d fallen asleep with Connor’s arms around me, but now I was alone. I had a moment of panic, fear shooting through me with the thought that somehow Mason had taken Connor, but when I sat up, I saw him standing in the middle of the cage, on all fours, staring at the window. He had no reason to hide his ability to shift now that Mason knew the truth. With a silly smile on my face, I simply sat there and admired him.

He was so incredibly gorgeous.

He swung his head around to look at me.

“Don’t shift back yet,” I said as I scooted over to him.
I buried my face, my fingers in his fur. I inhaled the scent of animal, the scent of Connor.

I rubbed his back. He emitted a low growl of approval.

“Do you know how beautiful you are?” I asked. “All the Shifters—in wolf form—are incredible but I’ve always thought you were the most stunning. I wanted so badly to have this.”

He nuzzled my neck. I knew he was trying to comfort me. For all the closeness that had developed between us during this ordeal, I knew that we’d never be as close as Kayla and Lucas or Lindsey and Rafe. They had everything. Each other and the ability to shift. To always be in sync. To run through the woods together. To play in wolf form. To speak mind to mind. To embrace all that they were.

Connor and I would have only a portion of that. It was so not fair to him. I knew I would have to walk away when we were free.

He nudged my shoulder with his nose. As much as I hated to, I released my hold on him. He padded away. I didn’t follow him with my eyes. I drew my knees up, wrapped my arms around my legs, and placed my chin on the support I’d created. I heaved a deep sigh. Could he truly ever understand the wonder of what he was?

I couldn’t blame Mason for wanting it, because I wanted it, too.

Connor, now in human form, sat and put his arm around me. He was back in his jeans and now he was wearing the sweatshirt. “They’re here,” he whispered.

I jerked my head around, knowing he referred to the other Shifters. “So soon?”

He nodded.

“How many?”

“They have an entire army. Even all the adults they could muster are here. All we have to do is pretend it’s business as usual in our little prison today—then tonight, freedom. And with any luck, the destruction of Bio-Chrome.” He balled his fist. “I hope they get to us quick so we get a chance to join in the fight.”

My stomach dropped. I wouldn’t be able to fight like they did. I could imagine them all whispering in their minds, “Why isn’t she shifting?”

As though reading my thoughts, Connor tucked his fingers beneath my chin and tilted my face toward his. “You have a mean roundhouse kick. You’ll be an asset.”

I forced myself to smile. “I’ll do what I can.”

He kissed me gently, more of a nibbling than anything passionate.

On the monitors where they were watching us, it probably just looked like we were snuggling. But in reality, my world was in the process of crumbling around me.

“So do you know anything at all about your father?” Connor asked.

We were sitting side by side while we waited. He was constantly combing his fingers through my hair as though he liked the feel of it as much as I enjoyed the feel of his fur. We were both restless, edgy, but for different reasons.

Connor was fighting not to keep shifting so he could communicate with the others. He knew Mason would get suspicious. I could also feel the tension thrumming through Connor. He was more than ready for the battle to begin.

Me? I was fighting not to shout out to Mason. My chance to be complete, to have the ability to shift was slipping away.

“His name is Antonio. She met him in France.”

“Antonio? That’s not very French sounding.”

That hadn’t even occurred to me when she told me. “Maybe he’s not French. Maybe that’s just where she met him. I didn’t exactly hang around for details when she told me. I was so mad.”

“I can’t believe she never told you.”

“I know, but that’s so my mom. Sometimes it’s like she thinks if she doesn’t face things, they’ll just go away.”

“And that’s so not you.”

“Usually, but I wasn’t good about facing the truth after I didn’t shift. I was coming up with some excuses that were pretty out there.”

He smiled. “I can imagine. I guess someone—the elders maybe—should have figured something out. Mates don’t usually leave, you know, on account of that whole mate-for-life thing.”

I shrugged. “There are always exceptions. Look at Rafe’s dad. I’m not sure I ever saw him sober. And all those times Rafe came to school bruised. Some Shifters inherit the worst of human characteristics, I guess. I thought that was my dad.”

“Everything’s going to be all right, Brittany,” Connor assured me and kissed my cheek.

I nodded. For him maybe. But I knew if I had to choose for things to be all right for just one of us—I’d choose Connor. Even if it meant losing him in the end.

He might have told me he loved me last night, but the emotion wouldn’t stick once we were back among his kind. My dad had probably used the same words with my mother—but then he’d seen the reality of what she was. Or maybe Mom had become disgusted with what he wasn’t. I wished now that I’d asked her more questions, but I’d been so mad at her for lying to me all these years. It felt as if she’d purposely tried to ruin my life.

“So when they took you out of here, what did it look
like? What can you remember of the layout?”

I put a little bit of space between us and began drawing an invisible map with my finger. I explained the route we’d taken to get to the living quarters. Everything I’d seen, heard, smelled, knowing even as I provided inadequate descriptions that they would have been far richer if I’d been a Shifter with keener senses.

“They didn’t take me to the lab,” I said quietly.

“That surprises me. I figured Mason would be dying to share his masterpiece in progress with you.”

“I keep thinking about those little ferrets he turned into wolves.”

“I’d bet money they died.”

I jerked my head around. “You think?”

“Like I said before, I’m no biologist but Mason is messing with stuff he can’t possibly understand.”

“But do you think we are being selfish by not willingly sharing what we know, what you are? I mean, what if your ability to heal could really heal others?”

“Honestly, Brit? We have Shifters working in medical research because before the full moon, we’re as vulnerable as anyone to disease or injury. I truly believe that if there was a way to bring our healing abilities to others they’d have made it happen. They understand how we work way better than Mason.”

He was right. Shifters worked at all types of jobs in
cities around the world.

Our conversation dwindled to nothing as the hours dragged by and we became lost in thought regarding what we were each going to face. Connor was hoping Lucas would be able to find him quickly and release him so he’d be in the thick of battle. I was wondering if I could get to the lab in time after I was released.

All I wanted was one shot at the serum.

Mason didn’t come to taunt us. No one brought us food or water.

“What if they’ve abandoned the lab?” I asked at one point.

“They’re still here.”

It was after darkness fell, when our prison was more shadows than light that all hell broke loose.

Connor and I were lying on our mound of blankets, holding each other close, listening intently, wondering what was going on when the lights above us came on for the first time—washing us in stunning brightness.

We both scrambled to our feet as the door opened. I expected to see Lucas coming to our rescue. Instead it was Mason striding in with an excitement in his step like a kid who’d just discovered that he had indeed gotten what he wanted for Christmas. In addition to his usual entourage, he had his father with him. Ethan was balancing a long case, using both hands, the way I imagined knights presented their swords to their liege lords. The
whole procession was eerie—Mason was putting on a play and we were his audience.

I could feel the tension radiating from Connor. He was ready for a fight.

The entourage moved quickly to our cage. Wilson went to the side. There was a sizzling sound. Connor released a grunt and flopped without his usual grace to the floor. Only then did I see the stun gun Wilson had thrust between the bars.

“What did you do that for?” I demanded as I crouched beside Connor. I could see the shock and confusion in his eyes, him fighting to regain control of his body and mind.

“He’ll be fine in a couple of minutes,” Mason said. “Come on. I need you out now.”

“All you did last time was threaten him, and he let you open the door. You didn’t have to do this.” I was furious.

“I was letting you back in then, not taking you out. You should see the video of how he reacted before—when he realized you were gone. The power he exhibited was amazing. I never grow tired of watching it. Now hurry. We have the formula ready to go and I want it tested tonight.”

Leaning down, I pressed a kiss to Connor’s cheek. I didn’t even know if he’d be able to feel it. “I’m so sorry.
Please try to understand why I have to do this.”

Then I crawled out through the door. Mason pressed the remote to quickly close it. Almost immediately I wished I was back on the other side with Connor. What was I doing? Mason’s serum might kill me.

Mason snapped his fingers. Ethan stepped forward and opened the case to reveal two large syringes with a golden liquid filling them. Their actions were like a performance in a bad movie. I wondered if Mason had scripted their movements before they came in here. Probably. He seemed to take his role as the villain seriously.

I stared at those syringes. They looked so big.

“How do you know the dosage is right?” I asked.

“Educated guess.”

I glared at him.

“I know more than your puny brain can imagine,” he said impatiently.

“How do you know it’s ready for human testing?”

“In addition to the ferrets, we’ve tested it out on a couple of other species with limited success. It’s the consciousness factor that we talked about. And my father’s here to handle any medical complications.”

I looked over at Dr. Keane. He was smiling as though the experiment was already a triumph.

I glanced back at the cage. Connor was struggling to push himself to a standing position. With jerky move
ments he reached the front of the cage and wrapped his hands around the bars, probably to hold himself up more than anything. “What. You. Doing?”

He shook his head, no doubt trying to clear it.

“She didn’t tell you?” Mason asked. “She is a keeper of secrets, isn’t she? In exchange for me bringing her back to your little prison, she agreed to take the first injection.”

Disbelief sharpened Connor’s gaze. He shook his head.

“Oh, yes, my friend,” Mason taunted. “I know it’s difficult for you to understand but we humans will pay any price to possess your abilities.”

With dramatic movements Mason removed the syringe from the case and arched a brow at me. “Taking it in your hip or thigh would probably be less painful.”

I nodded. My mouth was dry but my palms were damp.

“Don’t…do this, Brittany.”

I jerked my head around. Connor had apparently shaken off the effects of the stun gun. I hesitated. “I’ll be able to shift into a wolf. We’ll be able to be together.”

He shook his head, his eyes imploring me. “Don’t let him change you into something I can’t love.”

I looked back at the syringe. I wanted so desperately what Mason was offering.

“If
you
love
me,
you won’t do this,” Connor said.

I slammed my eyes closed. Not
fair. So not fair.
When I opened my eyes, I could see that Mason was losing his patience. Suddenly everything in my world tilted. I could have what I’d always dreamed of being, but only if I was willing to give up what I’d always dreamed of holding.

I backed up until I hit the cage. Through the bars, Connor’s arms came around me with strength and purpose.

“I changed my mind, Mason,” I said.

“Too bad. Wilson, hold her.”

Wilson started toward me.

“Touch her and you’re dead,” Connor said, and even though he was trapped in a cage, the threat in his tone made Wilson halt.

“Mason, it won’t do any good to force me,” I stated calmly, even though my heart was racing. “I won’t will myself to change so you won’t know if it works or not.”

His expression took on that mulish look I’d seen before. “Ethan!” he barked.

Ethan stepped back. “No way, man. I thought we were doing this for medical research. I don’t want to go furry.”

“Coward,” Mason spat. “Fine, I wanted to go first anyway.”

The call of the wild—a long, deep pitched howl—echoed around us.

Mason arched a brow at me. “Sounds like you didn’t tell me everything, Brittany. But I should have expected it. You werewolves own the nearby forest, don’t you? It doesn’t matter. I can use this opportunity to test my fighting instincts.”

“Wilson, Johnson, get out there! Stop them from getting inside,” Dr. Keane ordered.

When they were gone, Dr. Keane said, “Son, you should think about this.”

“I have, Dad. It’s all I’ve thought about since I learned their kind existed.” Before anyone could react, Mason lifted his shirt and jabbed the syringe into his hip, pressing down on the plunger. I watched that golden liquid disappear.

He tossed the spent syringe on the floor. “So what do I do? Just think wolf.”

“Just think wolf,” Connor scoffed.

I figured he offered the advice because he didn’t think the serum was going to work, so where was the harm in cooperating now? Besides, we were about to be rescued.

Mason tore off his shirt. He was reaching for his shoes when he suddenly released a high-pitched scream, doubled over, and dropped to the floor. “God, it hurts!”

“Did Devlin forget to mention that when he told you about us?” Connor asked. “The first shift for a male is excruciating. Let me out of here and I’ll help you through it.”

Mason rolled over and pushed himself to all fours. He glared at Connor. “I don’t need your help.”

Part of me felt sorry for him.

“You don’t know what you’re unleashing,” Connor told him, and I felt the tension radiating from him.

And then Mason did start to shift, but nothing about it was beautiful. Everything about him began to get distorted and furry. He wasn’t turning into a wolf, he was remaining a man—one with odd-looking limbs, facial features, and fur.

Ethan and Tyler raced for the door.

Dr. Keane cursed as he opened his bag and pulled out another syringe. “I’m going to put you under.”

“No!” Mason yelled, but it was more growl than human voice. There was a wildness in his eyes, but it wasn’t that of a true wolf.

I frantically searched around for a weapon, for something to free Connor. I spotted the remote to the door on the floor. I’d been so absorbed watching Mason that I hadn’t even realized he’d dropped it. I snatched it up and pointed it toward the cage door. Before it was completely open, Connor had shifted and was coming out, snarling
at Mason. But Mason was no threat to him. He couldn’t control his grotesque limbs.

I looked at Dr. Keane. “He’s not going to survive.”

“He’ll survive. I’ll make sure of it.”

I looked at the pitiful, howling thing rolling in agony on the floor.

“You need to get your people out of here.” I grabbed Mason’s discarded shirt and took the keycard out of the pocket. Then I was running for the door, Connor loping along beside me. I swiped the card through the reader and pushed the door open.

Then Connor and I were racing toward freedom.

It was chaos with people trying to escape and Shifters in wolf form chasing them out. Although it didn’t appear that they were intent on harming them. It was more like they were herding them toward the exits. I guessed the guardians had decided on no collateral damage unless necessary. I wasn’t surprised. Even in wolf form, they retained their humanity.

I spotted a sign for the lab and veered off down the hallway. Connor stayed with me, and I knew he’d shifted into wolf form to serve as my guardian. He had no weapon other than his powerful bite and his strength, but it would be enough.

The lab was empty except for two monkeys. I wondered where the other animals were that they’d been
testing. Had they set them free in the forest? Or had they died?

I released the monkeys from their cages and ushered them into the hallway where their survival instincts took over. I heard glass breaking. When I looked back, Connor was leaping up on tables and knocking off equipment. I returned to help him. If they imploded the building, it would all get crushed anyway, but better to destroy it before anyone decided to take a dangerous souvenir.

When we were finished, we headed back out. Now more wolves than people were scattering through the building. Every now and then a wolf would stop to stare—I knew it was looking at me, wondering why I hadn’t shifted.

And the speculations were spreading.

Then I saw a wolf with a familiar brownish red coat stop and look at me with sorrow reflected in its eyes. I ruffled my mom’s fur as I raced by.

Eventually Connor directed me—with gentle nudges—outside. I didn’t know exactly what the plan was, but I knew he did, that he was communicating with the others. I also knew that he wanted to be in the thick of things, but I was a deterrent. No matter how much I wanted it, I’d never be the best mate for him. I’d always be holding him back.

Once outside, I saw many of the wolves near the trees. They began disappearing in pairs, and when they
returned they were in human form and dressed. I looked down at Connor. “I didn’t think to bring your clothes.”

He licked my hand and sat. I dropped down beside him and wrapped my arms around him, burying my face in his fur.

“You both okay?” a deep voice asked.

I looked up at Lucas. Kayla stood beside him. I forced myself to smile. “Yeah. What’s the plan?”

“All of the humans are out of the building. A couple of tough-looking dudes put up a fight, but they’re the only casualties. The rest seemed happy to just leave. Now we’ve got guys in there preparing it so we can bring it down.”

“The people who left. They might have proof of our existence. They had video of Connor shifting,” I told him.

“Yeah, we know. Connor told us, but I think we confiscated all the evidence.”

I nodded. “Right. This morning.” When he was in wolf form. “I guess he told you…everything.”

“He had to. The pack comes first.”

I tightened my fingers on Connor’s fur. “I know. But even without evidence people are going to talk.”

“Sure they will. But no one will believe them.”

“I hope you’re right.”

“If I’m not, we’ll deal with it. We’ve really done all we
can for tonight. Connor, I have some extra clothes if you want to shift back,” Lucas said.

Connor lay down and put his head in my lap. I ruffled his fur, leaned over, and kissed the bridge of his nose. “I’ll be okay.”

“I’ll stay with her,” Kayla said.

He rolled his eyes to look at me.

“Seriously, I’m okay,” I said.

He licked my chin and I smiled. “Go shift. I’d rather have a real kiss.”

He headed off with Lucas, and Kayla sat beside me. She put her arm around my shoulders. “I’m so sorry. When I heard you weren’t a Shifter—my heart just broke for you. You always worked so hard to prepare for it.”

I shrugged. “I wanted it so badly, Kayla. I was going to take the serum, but in the end I just couldn’t do it.”

“Connor said Mason’s dead.”

“Yeah, he couldn’t have survived what he was going through. It was horrible. It’s like he was caught within the transformation. Not quite man, not quite beast.”

“We didn’t find him,” Kayla said.

“His father probably took him out. He said he was going to try to save him, but I don’t think there’s any way that he could have.”

“Didn’t see Dr. Keane either.”

“There were a lot of people in there—and a lot of
chaos. Do you think you may have missed them?”

“I guess it’s possible.”

“When Connor gets back, we can see if he wants to go looking for him. I think Mason is a smell he’ll never forget.”

“Lucas and I could probably find him. We should go looking for him. Just to be sure.”

We sat in silence for several minutes. I stared at the building, not wanting to look into the eyes of anyone else. I didn’t want to see pity or sympathy or disgust.

“Baby?”

I turned my head to the side. “Mom—”

“I know you’re not a baby,” she said, as she knelt beside me. “But you’ll always be my baby. I’m so sorry I never told you the truth.”

“It’s okay, Mom.”

I didn’t know who reached for whom first but suddenly we were hugging each other tightly and I could barely breathe. Mostly because I was crying. Mom was crying, too, and the more she cried, the harder she squeezed me. I guessed when I really needed her, she
was
there for me.

Finally, I drew back and inhaled deeply. “I’m having too many girly moments.”

Mom smiled and tucked my hair behind my ear. “You always thought you had to be tough.”

“So what was he like—my father?”

“Listen, I’m going to leave you two alone,” Kayla said.

Mom brushed her hand in the air. “Oh, you can stay. You should hear this. You, too, Lindsey. You can stop hovering back there.”