Downpour (Alpha Love - A Paranormal Werewolf Shifter Romance Book 1) (3 page)

After a day of collecting samples the three experts were exhausted, which meant there was only one thing to do. It was time to head to the bar.

“Hey, Sofe, you coming?” Finn asks, as his friend continues pouring over her microscope.

“Hmmm? Yeah, I’ll catch up with you. I just want to take another look at some of these,” she says, without even looking up. 

“Suit yourself, but you know the rules…last one to the bar picks up the tab.” Finn throws a look over his shoulder before he leaves the room, but she doesn’t react. She’s too busy staring down her scope.

She doesn’t even hear the door close behind him. There are too many thoughts spinning around her head. She picks up another rock sample from the site they’d been investigating all day and prepares it for viewing. There is something that isn’t quite right about what she is seeing. On the surface it looks like your standard source rock, but that’s just the exterior. Underneath it, there is something much more interesting and, if she’s not mistaken, unique.

While she was at the canyon, she saw that it was beautiful; anyone could see that. However, there was something more to the place than just beauty. The feeling that she had while she was there, she couldn’t quite explain. It was something that crept up on her, and she hadn’t expected it at all. There was a peace in that place that she hadn’t ever experienced, like nothing bad could ever happen there.

The idea of the trees being bulldozed and the earth being dug up by those grotesque drillers isn’t something that she treasures but, looking at these samples, it seems impossible that the canyon would be left untouched.
If what I’m looking at is correct, then all the signs point towards the potential for huge deposits of oil in the ground, maybe even the biggest ever found in the state.

She looks over the samples again and again, and she wonders why she feels like she’s hoping to come to a different conclusion. This is great news for her and for the rest of the team. It was well-known among the employees of Shale Corporation that a big oil and gas discovery meant a big bonus.
Lord knows that I could do with that extra cash now.
But there is something that just doesn’t feel right about Shale invading this sleepy town.
Sofie had seen it happen before.

Luke bought off the local senators, so they would hand over their land. He wrapped up the oil discovery as the best news for employment rates in the area for years, getting the residents on his side. Shale sucked the sites dry and then moved on to the next. All the jobs that were created disappeared as quickly as they had appeared, the natural beauty of the place was destroyed, and Shale Corp’s profits just kept on going up. If Luke had any idea of the potential deposits in Beaumont, he’d be on his private jet quicker than you can say ‘entitled asshole’, and Sofie wasn’t quite ready for that.

“I need to be sure,” she says out loud to no one in particular, as she decides what to do. She has a few friends in the lab at Shale HQ, and she’s covered enough shifts for other people to be owed a few favors. She packages up a couple of the samples and addresses them to Jennie Gray.

Sofie pulls out her phone and hopes that the reception booster that Finn has fitted into each of their rooms is enough to get her a signal. “Jackpot.” She smiles as the coverage bars on her cell light up. She punches in the message and rushes to send it out before she has time to change her mind.

Sending some rocks over but need you to keep them off the inventory. I’ll owe you one! S

The response comes before Sofie even have has time to set the cell down. Jennie was one of the smartest women she knew, but she was always attached to her phone—like it were a fifth limb.

No worries, S. I know field micros suck! :-) Give me a few days. But why the secrecy? x

Sofie has to think before she types a response, not because she doesn’t want to tell Jennie, but more because she herself doesn’t really know what the reason is.

Not sure yet, just a hunch. Keep me posted. S

Sofie signs off, knowing that her reply will only give Jennie more questions. However, she also knows that Jennie will keep her secret.

She grabs the package she’s put together and walks purposefully out to the motel reception. The guy on the desk, who looks like he should still be in high school, stands up hurriedly as soon as she comes into view.

“It’s urgent that this goes as soon as possible. Can you overnight it?” Sofie asks, handing over the package to him.

“Umm, sure. Overnight. I can do that.” The high school student’s words come out in a rush, and he hops from one foot to the other like he really needs to use the rest room.

“You alright?” Sofie gives him a concerned look, wondering what his deal is.

“Umm, sure. Fine. I’m fine. You’re really pretty.” It’s like the guy has verbal diarrhea, and he looks mortified when he realizes what it is that he’s just said.

“Okay.” Sofie is as embarrassed as he is by his outburst. She looks down at her shapeless dungarees and white t-shirt underneath, knowing that she doesn’t look anywhere near her best. “Thanks...” She wishes that she’d paid more attention when he’d introduced himself the night before—since he seems like a sweet kid.

“Brett, it’s Brett.” He sticks his hand out towards her, over the reception table.

“Right. Well, thanks Brett.” Sofie shakes his proffered hand and wonders when it would be considered polite to release herself from his grip.

“So are y’all in town for long?” Brett does a terrible job of looking like he doesn’t care about the answer.

Sofie wonders why this is the second time she’s been asked the same question in less than 24 hours. But, then again, there are probably only so many new faces that they get around here.

“A few days.” Sofie shrugs noncommittally.

“Well, if you need anything, just ask for Brett.” He smiles earnestly, showing the braces still on his teeth. It’s clear that he’s a good kid, just trying his best, and Sofie decides to throw him a bone. She remembers how hard high school was, and she figures that he could probably use all the kindness he could get.

“You’ll be my first call, Brett. Thanks for all your help.” Sofie flashes one of her best smiles before heading back to her room. She’s pretty sure that she hears him sigh like a lovesick teenager, as she walks away.

She throws herself on the lumpy bed, staring up at the ceiling. She knows that Finn and Darwin will be wondering where she is—and by now they’ve probably moved on to arguing over quantum mechanics or physics or string theory or whatever tonight’s chosen topic was. But she felt too unsettled to join them.

“It's just business, Braun,” she reminds herself out loud.

That was what she had to tell herself sometimes. She was there for the science, and there were few companies that had the kinds of resources at its fingertips that Shale did. Sometimes her personal sensibilities had to take a back seat to the paycheck that she so desperately needed every month.

Not for the first time, she tries to imagine what life would have been like if her father had told her and her mother just how bad things were. But he was a proud man. He didn’t want anyone to think that he couldn’t look after his family, or that the thin thread he had been hanging by was about to be cut. Perhaps if he hadn’t died, if he’d had more time to get his affairs in order, then things would be different. Perhaps Sofie wouldn’t still be trying to scrape together whatever she could to pay off the debts, the bookies, and the goons they sent to collect their money every month like clockwork.

But there is no point living in the world of ‘what if’ and ‘what could have been.’ Scientists live in the world of fact and I’m a scientist after all. That said, sometimes it would be nice to be able to escape the real world, if only for a little while.

“I’m almost done here, Chief.” Finn stands up, iPad in hand as he goes over the calculations he’s been working on.

“Great work, Finn.” Even Darwin looks impressed at how quickly Finn has managed to get his part of the site finished. “Not a moment too soon, looks like the weather might be about to change.” Darwin takes a look up at the sky, which is starting to cloud over. “Let’s start taking the gear back to the car.”

Sofie has drifted a little further away from the rest of the team, and she’s so engrossed in the samples she’s collecting that she doesn’t even hear the radio in her ear.

“Sofie?” Darwin barks at her, signaling that she’s clearly missed whatever question he had been asking her. His patience really was starting to wear thin.

“Sorry, boss. I’m here.” She waves over at her colleagues in the distance.

“So? You nearly done or what?” Finn folds his arms and taps his foot against the dirt floor as if he’s going to be late for a hot date.

“Almost. The Geiger’s picking something up over that way.” Sofie points towards the woods at the edge of the canyon. “I just need a few more minutes to check it out and see if it’s anything we need to be worried about.” She doesn’t add that if the readings from the Geiger counter are correct then there’s a serious amount of gamma radiation coming from the woods.

“Alright, we’ll start packing up while you take a look. You have thirty minutes but keep your comms open. I want you to check in if you find anything. Don’t do anything stupid.” Darwin’s voice is firm in Sofie’s ear, but there’s also a note of concern. He believed in the buddy system, but the team just wasn’t big enough for that. Cutbacks had affected the entire company, not just their division.

“Roger that, boss. I’ll be as quick as I can.” Sofie heads off in the direction of the woods, re-adjusting the thick field jacket she was wearing. It was state of the art, lined with metal to protect against the most dangerous radiation. She knew that if the readings were right, then she’d only have a few minutes to get in and get out before she risked contracting radiation sickness. She figures that the Geiger must be malfunctioning and that there’s no way the readings she’s picking up are right.

Most half-intelligent scientists would have doubled back and told the team about the off-the-charts readings and come back with hazmat suits and the whole 9 yards. However, sometimes Sofie’s scientific curiosity was more powerful than her common sense. So, she advances on the woods, making a note as the counter in her hand clicks and signals radiation levels going up and up.

As soon as she crosses over into the woods, the counter falls silent and the arrow on the dial settles on zero. She shakes the machine, wondering if it’s a piece of tech that has gone past its “use by” date. She carries on, moving further into the woods, and the counter spikes again and then falls silent.

“What the…?” she looks between the counter in her hand and the dirt underfoot.

“Sofie?” Darwin’s voice in her ear is crackly, but she can still hear his worry.

“It’s nothing. I’m fine,” she assures him, as she squats down and starts swiping the dirt away, exposing the dark rock underneath. “The Geiger’s busted.”

The rock under foot is virtually black, and it has a crystalline quality to it. It has the same quality as the source rock that she’d found and sent on to Jennie the day before. She doesn’t need a lab to tell her that this isn’t anything that she’s seen before, which in itself is amazing. The woods are silent—except for the crackling every now and again of the broken counter. It takes longer to pick a sample out of the ground than she had thought.
Whatever this mineral is, it is seriously strong
, she thinks. As she manages to prize a small section free, she feels the first drops of rain on her head.

“Sofie....Rep...Report.” Darwin’s voice is getting more broken as the rain gets even heavier.

“I’m on my way back.” Sofie pockets the sample and hurries back in the direction she’s come in. But after a few minutes, she doesn’t come to the outskirts of the canyon as she’d thought. She doesn’t see her team. She’s still in the woods. “Must’ve taken a wrong turn,” she muses, as she takes out the compass that all members of field teams are issued. She holds it up, but the arrow keeps spinning and spinning as if it were possessed. “Lot of good you are.” Sofie stuffs the useless compass back in her jacket and heads off in the direction she thinks she came in. But the further she goes, the harder the rain falls, and the less she recognizes her surroundings.

“Darwin, I think I’ve taken a wrong turn.” She smiles ruefully as she talks into her head set, knowing that she’s going to get an earful from her boss about getting separated from the team. But as the seconds go by and she doesn’t receive a response, the smile fades from her lips.

“Finn, come in. Can you locate my position?” There’s a clap of thunder as Sofie says the words, and the sound makes her jump. The rain is getting so heavy she can barely see a few feet ahead of her.

“Darwin, Finn, come in. If anyone can hear me on this frequency, come in.” She waits, counting slowly to thirty as the rain pours down on her. No one answers. She pulls her cell phone out of her pocket, but there’s no reception.
I must be in the shadow of the mountain, so all communication signals are blocked.
“Guess I’m on my own then,” she murmurs, as she takes another looks around her. The Geiger counter has finally fallen silent.

At least I don’t have to worry about getting radiation poisoning
. Still, she gives the counter a kick for good measure. It was what had brought her into this woods, and although she knows it’s a juvenile reaction, it makes her feel a little better.

She takes a breath and gets her bearings, pulling her hood up over her wet hair and shoulders. Carrying her bag full of samples, she heads in the direction she thinks is towards the town. Before any employee is allowed out in the field, Shale sends them on a one week survivalist course. At the time, she was pretty sure it was just a way of avoiding any lawsuits from employees that got injured or worse on the job, but right now she is grateful for it. “The first thing I need to do is figure out how close I am to any homes. Beaumont is only a couple of miles away from Spring Canyon, if I get a move on I can be there in half an hour,” she says quietly, choosing to ignore the voice in her head that points out those calculations are only right if she’s headed in the right direction.

She shines her torch ahead of her. The afternoon sky has turned black as night, and the weather isn’t showing any signs of letting up. The dirt underfoot is quickly turning into a river of mud, making any progress pretty slow-going. Out of the corner of her eye, she sees movement. She whips around, shining the torch in the direction of the flash, but there’s nothing there.

“Easy, Sofie,” she says, trying to get her heart rate under control. She takes a few steps forward and then stands stock-still as she hears something that makes her blood run cold. It sounds like a wolf howl.
But that’s not possible. There aren’t any wolves in this part of the country. If there were, then it would have come up in the research.

“It’s just the wind, it’s just the wind,” she repeats, trying to calm herself.

She hears a rustle behind her and flicks the torch in the direction of the sound, but again, there’s nothing there. Against all her better judgment, she breaks into a run, forging forwards, as quickly as she can with her backpack. She catches a flash of yellow ahead of her, accompanied by another howl. This time it’s closer, coming up on her left side. She knows that it’s definitely not the wind, so she veers off to her right, not even sure where she’s headed anymore, just trying to put as much distance as possible between her and whatever is out there.

Her legs are burning as her boots get heavier from all the mud they’re picking up, and her bag seems to weigh more with every step. However, she carries on, moving as quickly as she can. She steals a look behind her, catching sight again of a shape moving fast between the trees and her breath catches in her throat. She loses focus on what’s ahead of her and trips on a branch, her torch clattering to the ground as she throws her hands out to break her fall.

The shock of the impact keeps her still for a few seconds, and she takes stock. Her right knee feels like it’s grazed; but, other than that, she’s pretty sure she’s not hurt. She pushes herself up off of the floor, and the howling brings her back to the here and now. The torch has fallen a few feet behind her. Although she doesn’t want to go backwards, she knows she’s not going to last for long without any light, especially since this rain doesn’t show any signs of letting up.

There’s another flash of gold, just behind the trees, and Sofie takes a deep breath as she rushes to grab the torch and spins around in one movement. But before she can take another step, she opens her mouth and screams. She hadn’t heard anyone coming up behind her, but suddenly there was a man ahead of her, a giant of a man in the middle of the woods. She shines the light up into his face, wishing that her hands weren’t shaking so much.

“Don’t come any closer.” She reaches for the Swiss army knife that her dad had given her, one of the only things that the repo guys had let her keep.

“Easy, running girl. I’m here to help.” The deep voice booms out from the man ahead, and as Sofie’s heart rate slows, she realizes that she recognizes the voice and the face that’s squinting against the bright torch-light currently shining in his face. It was the guy from the morning before, the rock climbing guy with no equipment. The unbelievably beautiful man.

“What are you doing here?” she asks, wondering if the serial killer idea that she’d had was so far off after all.

“What am
I
doing here?” he repeats, laughing at her question. “What are you doing here more like? You’re a long way from home, little lady.” The way he looks at her makes her blush like a teenager.

“I got separated from my team...my friends.” Sofie cringes at her own misstep, hoping that he hasn’t caught it.

“Good thing I was passing by and saw the light from your torch. There are wolves in these woods, and they wouldn’t think twice about taking a bite out of a pretty little thing like you.” He folds his arms, appraising her, clearly taking in the huge bag she’s carrying and the way she’s dressed.

“Wolves don’t attack humans,” Sofie points out, wondering why she sounds so prissy, even to herself. “Besides, there’s no record of any wolves in this area.”

The big man chuckles like that’s the funniest thing he’s heard in a good long while and then turns around and sets off.

“Hey, where are you going?” Sofie hurries after him, fully aware that he may be the best chance she has of getting out of this place before dawn.

“Getting you out of here. If that’s alright by you, of course.” The laughter in his voice is warm, and Sofie decides that this is one of those times that it makes sense not to answer back.

He walks through the woods, picking his way through, avoiding the roots and stones jutting out from the ground like he can see in the dark. Sofie notices that there’s something about the way he moves; it’s graceful, but he’s coiled like a spring. She gets the impression he could lash out at any moment.

Sofie isn’t quite as skilled maneuvering through the woods. Her toe meets something hard, and she’s about to go face down in the mud again, but a hand reaches out to catch her. As she steadies herself, she feels the electricity as their bodies meet. His hand feels so warm, but she shivers in spite of herself. Only then does she realize that she’s soaked straight down to the bone.

“You’re cold,” he says factually. He pulls off his jacket and, ignoring her protests, he drapes it over her shoulders and takes the bag out of her hand in one smooth move.

“It’s fine. I can carry it.” Sofie makes a grab for the bag, but she’s too slow. The square set of the man’s shoulders tells her that there’s no use in arguing. Besides, she’s grateful that she doesn’t have to carry the weight of it anymore.

“Jeez, what are you carrying around with you, running girl? Rocks?” He shakes his head as he continues on, stretching his hand out behind him every so often, almost like he senses when Sofie might be about to fall.

His reactions are nothing if not impressive. That’s why I can’t stop staring at his strong, broad back, right?
His question is a little too astute, so I’m just going to say nothing. I wonder how easy it’s going to be to come up with an excuse as to why I’m dressed this way—and in the middle of the woods in a thunderstorm, too.