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Chapter 14

R
ifter walked away from them and Jinx followed his king, Vice at his heels. They headed toward the kitchen, where they’d all learned early on that everything could be fixed.

Lately, those fixes were harder and harder to find.

When they got into the hallway near the guest bedroom, their boots squished on wet carpet. There were cracks in the plaster walls and pictures were down on the floor, but no one commented and Jinx just kept walking behind Rifter.

As he neared the kitchen, Rifter bellowed for Harm to come down, and yeah, it made sense for the wolf to be there, since this involved both him and Rifter the most.

“Rift?” Gwen looked up from the coffee she’d been pouring when they entered the kitchen, her king in the lead. She put the mug down and went to him when he didn’t answer. She glanced at Jinx, her brows furrowed, but he sank into a chair instead of trying to explain what was wrong.

Because really, it was just about everything.

Vice stopped in the doorway as Rifter moved among the broken bulbs and dishes and the overturned, heavy oak table. Rifter had destroyed one just like it weeks earlier. This new one looked slightly worse for wear, but when the king righted it, it stayed in place.

Jinx got up and helped Vice collect the unbroken chairs from around the kitchen, leaving the mess scattered around them for now as the Ragnarok, an ancient Norse Prophecy circa 1000 CE, rang in his ears instead of the buzzing ceiling lights.

“Brothers shall fight, and slay each other; cousins shall kinship violate. The earth resounds, the giantess flee; no man will another spare.”

It was all about the age of evil, where stealing, hoarding and fornication ruled. Even though it’s the end of the world, no one lifts a hand to help the other.

This prophecy was as well known as the one they now knew was referring to Stray and Kill. Any family with brothers—especially twins—wondered if they were the ones.

Jinx hadn’t thought about the prophecy since the Extinction. What was the point? At times, Rogue had wondered out loud if he and Jinx were the culprits.

But now, with Stray trotting out his brother . . . well, Jinx figured that maybe the prophecy about dangerous brothers was true after all. Together Stray and Killian could be used to wreak havoc on humans and wolves alike, utilizing total mind control.

Dangerous when apart, but terrifying together, as Stray could make sure Killian’s suggestions worked their magic. And, after Jinx’s announcement about Jameson and the Dire ghost army, it appeared to be only one facet of their problems.

Rifter, Gwen, Vice and Harm joined him at the table, with Liam, Cyd and Cain entering right after. Jinx asked, “Should I get Stray?”

Rifter pondered a moment, then said, “Let the wolf remain with the witch. Now, tell me what you’ve learned.”

“The ghost army—many of them—want destruction,” Jinx confirmed. “They’ll be really hard to control once they start. They have a lot of unfinished business toward humans.”

“I’m not sure there could be worse news, but I have a feeling there is,” Harm said quietly.

“Jameson’s leading the way. And he’ll be looking for you and Rifter,” Jinx continued. “He might not be able to kill you and Rifter, but he can torture the shit out of you for eternity.”

“There are no Dires for me to lead, so what’s his problem? I didn’t kill him or vote myself king,” Rifter said. He sighed, drank his coffee absently.

Rifter knew that something was wrong with Jinx—way goddamned wrong—but thankfully he decided against delving into it now. Jinx was relieved that Rifter preferred to use their energy to figure out the plan moving forward.

With the witch in the house, it should balance the scales more favorably.
Should.
If Stray could gain her trust.

“I’ve been working with Liam. Cyd and Cain have been out trying to gain support for Liam, but we all know that doesn’t mean anything until Liam makes another show of power,” Vice said. “Maybe we should call the pride back? We could use all the help we can get, even if the shifters aren’t as strong. We’d have numbers.”

“Leave them. They’ve made their choice.” Rifter pushed the mug aside. “We’ll need to pull more support from the Weres.”

“What if it’s not enough?” Gwen asked hesitantly.

“It has to be, baby. Has to be. I realize Seb’s done something of biblical proportions and now everyone and everything in the army’s path is going to pay dearly. But I’m going to make sure we’re not the only ones left standing at the end.”

“What if we can make the Dire army work for us?” Vice asked Jinx.

Jinx shook his head. “Even if you could grab some of them, Jameson’s hold is too strong. He’d slaughter them. We don’t have enough of them on the inside who’d rise up.”

“Maybe you’re not giving our ancestors enough credit,” Rifter said, his words ending with a slight growl.

“Rift, what the fuck?” Jinx asked, his own canines lengthening in response.

“I’m asking you the same thing.”

“I’m going back out, all right? I’ll try to find out more,” Jinx said.

“I’m going with you,” Vice told him.

“I’m going alone,” Jinx said firmly.

“No way,” Rifter told him. “But I agree, we need Vice here. Take the twins. Liam will stay here with us, because it’s not safe for him yet. Vice, if Jinx needs you, he’ll call. Otherwise, we need your backup here.”

Vice took Rifter’s command better than Jinx would’ve.

Chapter 15

H
alf an hour earlier, Stray had left Kate alone in the room and gone through the tunnels to get outside. He’d locked the door behind him and the window was alarmed and barred. Kate would have trouble even attempting to get out without him or the other wolves hearing her. And as much as Brother Wolf’s protectiveness was trying to get him to stay, he couldn’t. Not without taking off her clothes and taking her in many different and inventive ways until they were all satisfied.

He’d never felt a pull like this.

Fuck.

I like her
, Brother Wolf said.

“She’s witch,” Stray reminded him, but the stubborn wolf countered with
I like her
.

“Because you’re compelled to.”

That shut Brother up for a second.

Compelled to go to her, not to like her
, Brother Wolf told him.
You like her too.

He ignored that as Brother Wolf snorted softly in victory, at that and the fact that Stray was already stripping as he neared the sunroom, which was nearly bathed in darkness.

Still, he waited to strip and shift completely until he was well into the woods, letting Brother run off some excess sexual and other energy, mainly because he couldn’t deal with reading anyone’s damned mind now. He could turn Kate’s off, but he wasn’t supposed to.

As Brother Wolf, there were no choices. He could only hear his own thoughts and those of the wolf’s and he took full advantage of that. He went deeper into the woods until Brother was at least contained. But Stray knew he couldn’t risk being away much longer.

When he shifted and got back into his well-worn jeans, he knew immediately that Jinx was back, could hear the confusing jumble of thoughts in his head that immediately made Stray’s mood sour, although he wasn’t sure why.

He strolled to the kitchen barefoot and found everyone, including Harm, sitting around the table, looking grim. They all stared at him and he remembered that the mess from Kate’s breakdown had worked its way into the hallway, and he was pretty sure the pipes had leaked into the basement. The lights were also flickering, and there were some glasses that had flown off open shelves and remained on the floor, although someone had obviously tried to clean them up.

“Sorry about the mess.” Fucking lame, but hell, it wasn’t his fault.

“What did you do?” Vice asked, then looked up as the lights flickered. “We need to check that—been happening for hours now.”

“Don’t bother. It’s not the electricity. It’s Kate. All of this is from Kate.” He sat down at the kitchen table heavily. “And she knows.”

“What, that she’s a witch?” Jinx asked.

“That I’m a wolf.”

“Dude, what happened to easing her in?” Vice asked.

“What’s wrong with him?” Stray asked instead, pointing to Jinx. He’d been purposely avoiding reading the other Dires’ minds, respecting their privacy, but hell, Jinx was repeating
stay out of my fucking head
in a singsongy voice in his mind so loudly Stray couldn’t help but notice. “And why wasn’t I called to this family meeting?”

“I’m fine,” Jinx said in the most unconvincing way possible.

“Stray, for no other reason than we didn’t want to disturb your efforts with the witch,” Rifter said.

“Kate. Her name is Kate.” Stray heard the tension in his own voice and willed himself to bring it down several notches. “She’s freaked out.”

So was he. Heard her calling for him, the way she had before he rescued her. There was more urgency now, something that made his blood boil, and the need to protect her was overwhelming. He put his hands over his ears for a second, the way she had earlier, then took them off when he realized everyone at the table was staring at him.

“And you want to know what’s wrong with me,” Jinx huffed loudly as Stray removed his hands.

“It’s weird . . . I can hear her calling for me,” Stray admitted.

“We talked about a possible binding spell attached to the brand,” Jinx reminded him. “A strong witch has a strong spell.”

Vice broke in. “Dude, I thought you could read her mind?”

“I was trying to give her some space, but I can’t shake her thoughts,” he said.

Vice shook his head. “We can’t afford space. And she’s been reading about
familiars
in those witchcraft books I found in her apartment.”

Stray knew he was right, thought about Kate and the books, the way she called to him, and it took about half a second for him to get what Vice was saying about familiars and why he’d emphasized the word—and the other half to breathe, “Fuck, no.”

And then he wondered if Kate had made that connection as well.
Note to self—read her damned mind always so you’re not caught unawares.

“There’s no way I’m her familiar.” Then he recalled her earlier threat, her promise to create a spell that would work on him. No matter how this had happened, it was the worst possible thing for him.

“Stray, do you think that’s what’s happened—that you and Kate have a witch-familiar bond happening?” Jinx demanded and Stray nodded. It was the only explanation. But he wouldn’t tell them that it felt like a mating, even though Jinx had already noticed that the first day Stray had met Kate.

Vice gave a low whistle. “So you’re like her pet?”

Stray was on Vice in seconds. Vice was the best in a close-quarters battle, a hands-down winner in hand-to-hand combat and wetwork, his specialty, but tonight Stray could’ve wrung the wolf’s neck easily.

“Said what you were feeling. Don’t kill the messenger.”

“Stray, stop,” Rifter commanded. But it wasn’t until the king literally put hands on him that he loosened his grip on Vice’s throat.

Vice, of course, stood immediately and continued. “You’re falling for the witch. You’re acting like a mated Dire. What the fuck is going on around here?”

When Stray didn’t deny it, Rifter jumped in. “Is she doing something to you? Compelling you because of your bond?”

He wanted to ask how this was any of their business, but fuck it all, it was. Everything any one of them did affected the pack. “She’s not compelling me.”

“You and Brother Wolf are just confused because of the familiar thing,” Rifter told him.

“I don’t think so,” Stray insisted, his voice tight, body taut with anger. So much for holding back. “I think I’m in love with her. I know I’m her familiar. There’s a different feel to the two things.”

He wanted Jinx to understand that, mainly because Jinx had been the one who’d said they’d have to find a way to neutralize Kate when this was over. He was about to remind the wolf about that and ask him to clarify when his phone rang, loud and insistent, and he knew without looking where the call was coming from. All the wolves had this number in their phone with a distinctive ringtone, and for good reason.

It was the police station. Many young Weres ended up there and needed the Dires’ help to bail them out before they were discovered. But Stray knew this call was not about Weres.

“I so do not need this shit right now,” he muttered before answering.

“Steele, how’s it hanging?”

“Where the hell are you, Killian?” he demanded and the other wolves stared at him, the room suddenly silent.

“Got into a slight altercation last night.”

“And you need bail money?”

“Mine’s a little tied up at the moment, if you know what I mean,” Killian said.

Stray didn’t bother to ask why his brother had remained in jail for close to eighteen hours before calling. “I’ll be there. Don’t cause any more trouble.”

“Never, Steele.”

“Stray,” he said through gritted teeth before he hung up. He addressed the others. “Killian’s in jail.”

Vice hung up the phone call he’d just taken. “Killian was at Howl’s. He was all bruised up, but witnesses say he won several fights easily. Humans started taking bets.”

“Tell me he didn’t shift in front of humans?” Stray asked.

Vice shook his head.

“What the hell is with your brother?” Rifter asked.

“Cage fighting is how Killian earns his living when he’s not hibernating.” Stray moved to grab his laptop and brought up the website for the underground chain and showed it to Jinx. “They call him Kill—he’s the ultimate champ in four states now.”

“Way to stay underground,” Vice muttered.

“He’s got to have a lot of control not to kill Weres or humans in the ring,” Rifter commented.

“Money’s a strong motivator,” Stray said, pointed at the ultimate fighting forum he’d pulled up on his phone’s browser. “And Kill is raking it in.”

He supposed Killian could be doing a lot worse things to earn money. The Greenland pack didn’t have anywhere close to the resources the Dire pack who’d adopted him did. Stray had been amazed at Rifter’s wealth and generosity.

“What’s ours is yours,” Rifter had told him and Stray had never felt otherwise.

Now he looked into his king’s eyes and knew the time had come. “You’ve been patient with me. Haven’t pressured me to tell you more.”

“You had your reasons, Stray. I always suspected, knew when the time was right, you would tell us everything,” Rifter said. “You brought Killian back to help, even at dear cost to yourself.”

“I should’ve trusted you.”

“You did. You do. You didn’t trust yourself. Fifty years might seem like a long time to many, but the fact that you could let us embrace you the way you did . . . well, you’re a good wolf. You just weren’t ready,” Rifter said.

“But now I need to be.” Stray looked each wolf in the eye before he continued. “The Elders never told me anything. My pack did, from day one. They’re in Greenland—kept alive after the Extinction, just like all of you.”

Stray waited for the revulsion in his new pack’s eyes, but none came. Instead, Jinx’s eyes widened. Vice cursed quietly under his breath as Rifter asked, “How many?”

“There were thirty when I left. Not immortal. No abilities. Not until Killian and me, and we paid dearly for that.” He paused. “There are females. I guess potential mates for all of you, and I kept you from that.”

Vice’s face hardened. “You kept us from nothing—we don’t want anything to do with females who’ve harmed you or Killian. I think you’ve always known that on some level.”

Stray could only nod gratefully at him for those words as Rifter continued, asking, “That’s why you and your brother left and separated?”

“Yes. They thought we were the brothers mentioned in the prophecy.”

“I think you’ve got to tell us more about Killian,” Vice said. “I want to know what we’re up against.”

“He won’t hurt us,” Stray told him. “But if the prophecy begins, you should separate us.”

“Don’t worry about that,” Vice said.

“If the prophecy is right, this could be the end of days,” Jinx pointed out.

“Or not,” Rifter said. “Just because we need Killian doesn’t mean that. None of those prophecies have come true—not the way they were written, at least.”

It was true. The Extinction wasn’t prophecy. And Stray could only hope that Rifter was right, that he and Kill and the others could work together to stop Seb and the trappers. But he couldn’t ignore certain facts. “They looked on my being born as a betrayal. But my birth was what kept them from being destroyed. They were spared the Extinction so I could fulfill the prophecy. That has been passed down through the pack for centuries, through different generations of Dires.”

When Stray and Killian were growing up, the small pack had always been wary of the two of them. They were kept separate and apart from the others. When Stray escaped, he’d grabbed on to technology as a way to reach out and touch somebody.

It was there that he heard rumors of other Dires—and other wolves called Weres.

He avoided them like the plague. When Rifter finally found him, Stray had been really reluctant to go back to the way things had been . . . He’d been in the process of setting free young Weres who were being hunted for fun by a group of weretrappers—or Weres themselves.

He didn’t trust humans, and the packs kept trying to force him into theirs. He didn’t tell them he was a Dire—and if they’d known, they hadn’t said. Weres’ senses weren’t as keen as Dires’ senses, and Stray kept himself under wraps in terms of his strength.

He couldn’t hide his size, though, and that was why the packs wanted him on their side. A good mate, they kept saying. They talked about Dires in the most reverent of terms for the most part.

It was rumors of a lone Dire that brought Stray to Rogue’s attention.

“You’re one of us,” Jinx’s twin had told him, and from there, he’d never looked back. Not until now.

Stray had memorized details and facts about the time period of the Extinction and beyond from his old pack. He’d meet Weres along the way who might try to use a too-young Dire to their advantage.

He’d known that someday he’d meet up with the Dire king and others, tracked them through various exploits. And since Dires with abilities barely aged, none of them questioned his story about his pack being smote.

He didn’t know why he’d kept his pack’s secret for so long. “When I was younger, all I thought about was staying alive. Killian was around until I was about eight or so; then he left. I realize now that he did it for me. Before the change, so he did that on his own. Didn’t want them to murder me.”

“But he never told you that.”

“No.” He stared at Rifter. “Killian rescued me right before my first shift. Taught me how to fight in the warrior way, because my family had refused to.”

And then one morning, maybe a year later, he woke and Killian was gone. No note, although Stray knew the prophecy was at the heart of it. Stray resisted the urge to find Killian, because he knew that if he ever saw his brother again, it would mean the world was in a bad way.

Stray understood, but the feeling that he’d lost everything never left him.

Kill hadn’t betrayed him, left him because of his ability and Stray kept waiting for the bottom to fall out of this pack, for them to decide that they were better off away from him.

Although they fought fiercely at times, that was never suggested.

“We tried it once, all of us being separate,” Vice had told him years earlier. “Made all of us fucking miserable. Figured being miserable together’s better.”

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