The Psy-Changeling Collection (117 page)

“So we can hold off acting against the new lab. Leaks happen.”

The Ghost paused. “There are rumors of a live trial in progress. If true, it means there are surviving copies of the experimental implants.”

Judd’s mind rejected the idea of unique individuals being turned into automatons. “I was under the impression the implants weren’t that advanced.”

“All of my intelligence says the same. My measured guess is that somebody acted precipitously and the implants will take care of themselves—I wouldn’t be surprised if they’ve already begun to fail.”

“Keep me updated. If necessary, I can make the destruction of the new lab look like an unfortunate accident.” It would require more planning and the cooperation of the pack, but it could be done.

A nod from the Ghost. “Do you ever wish to return to who you were?”

An unusual question, but the answer was easy. “No.”

Brenna
was in bed when he came to her quarters. Moving on silent feet, he paused to check that the security device on her door was functioning at an optimal level. He wouldn’t rest easy until the killer had been caught—he’d already discarded twenty of Riley’s original sixty suspects using pure logic, but his instincts told him he was close to running out of time.

Brenna opened her eyes when he entered her room. “You’re back.” She smiled sleepily at him from her nest in the blankets.

He sat on the edge. “I need to tell you something.”

“I’m here.” She scooted closer, but didn’t touch.

He knew the distance had to tear at her changeling need for contact and the maleness in him raged against that—he was supposed to give her what she needed, not cause her pain. “I want to tell you where I go,” he said, giving her another kind of intimacy, “and what I do when I disappear from the den.” He began at the beginning—the fateful meeting on the PsyNet, a meeting he was sure had been engineered by the Ghost. But the other Psy had only found him because Judd had wished to be found.

“He’d been watching me, seen my subtle insubordination. I met Father Xavier Perez a year later.” In a bar where he’d gone for data and Perez had gone to get blind drunk. But those were the priest’s secrets. They had nothing to do with their work.

“Kindred souls.” She was even closer, as if she couldn’t stay away.

Neither could he, despite the fact that he could sense the cascade of fine blood vessels bursting and being repaired instantaneously inside his skull. His Tk-Cell abilities were keeping up with the damage. Just. “We, all three of us, want to protect the Psy from the biggest threat since Silence.” Though Xavier Perez’s motive remained a mystery, the man’s loyalty was unquestionable. “Protocol I will lead to the destruction of the young—their minds will be cut into, their individual identities destroyed.”

Brenna’s hand curled around his, separated only by the blanket. He felt her warmth. It wasn’t enough. He was starving for her, a clawing, almost animal hunger inside him.

“Judd—I smell blood.” She jerked upright and reached to switch on a lamp.

He stopped her with his other hand. “It’s just a nosebleed.”

A small silence, then she pulled away from him.
“No.”
A pained whisper. “It’ll kill you if we don’t stop being together.”

He wiped away the blood with the sleeve of his turtleneck, able to tell it was dark and rich. “There is another option, as you once said. I have to disable the Protocol.” And somehow keep from turning into an inadvertent murderer.

CHAPTER 38

The first body
was found twenty-four hours after the Council meeting. The young male—who turned out to have been an inmate at a pre-Rehabilitation Center prior to his early and unexpected release—had died of massive neurological trauma.

Kaleb put down the report and turned to look at Nikita, who was staring out at the city of San Francisco. They were in the office area of her private penthouse, safe from prying eyes. “They’re tying up the loose ends.”

Nikita shook her head. “The autopsy showed a localized implosion in the segment of his brain that would have held the implant. It failed and destroyed itself in the process.”

Kaleb wasn’t so certain. “The timing’s too convenient.”

“Yes. There is that.”

“Either way, it appears the problem is being buried.”

“It doesn’t matter.” Nikita’s voice was low, measured. “Ming has to have his suspicions if not outright proof. He’ll withdraw his support of any further propositions on the part of the Scotts.”

“Do you think they were foolish enough to have themselves implanted?”

“If the implants are indeed failing, we’ll know the answer soon enough.”

Kaleb nodded, looking out at the morning sun glittering off the water that edged this city. He couldn’t help comparing it to his landlocked home. Two very disparate cities, but power felt the same whether here or there.

CHAPTER 39

Brenna’s heart
was a twisted knot of pain and fury when she ran into Hawke the next day. Damn the Council for putting that poison into Judd’s brain. Touch and emotion were the cornerstone of who she was, but they were toxic to him. He’d left early this morning, saying he had to consider how to break the chains of Silence without becoming a danger to her or anyone else, but she was no longer sure that that was the right thing to do—what if the attempt proved lethal?

Hawke frowned when he saw her. “What’s the matter?”

A sense of pure strength, unvarnished dominance, came over her. It didn’t feel like her—as her previous episodes hadn’t felt like her. Shaking off her panic that the madness was returning, she said, “Nothing.”

“Come on, darling, you doing okay?” A rough question.

She put her arms around him. “I need a hug.” He immediately gave her what she wanted. She sniffed, knowing this was a side of Hawke the soldier males and females never saw. “Can I ask you something?”

He rubbed a hand over her back. “Go on.”

“Why haven’t you taken a mate?”

He went still around her. “Where did that come from?”

“The subject of mating’s been on my mind,” she said truthfully. “I got to thinking what a good mate you’d make, but only for a woman tough enough to take you on.” He was an alpha wolf and he could get brutal, but she somehow knew he’d never harm a hair on his mate’s head. Just like her fallen Arrow.

“You know mating isn’t that simple.”

She knew. The same way she knew that something was “missing” between her and Judd, something important. Yet he was
hers
. She refused to believe he wasn’t her mate. “Lots of people take permanent partners when they don’t find a mate by a certain age.” Mating was a magical, wonderful thing, but fulfilling relationships could be had aside from it.

Hawke chuckled. “I’m only thirty-two, not quite in my dotage.”

She snarled softly. “That’s not what I meant and you know it. I hear the women talking, you know. They say you don’t even attempt to form long-term relationships, that as soon as anyone tries to get even a little possessive, you move on.”

“Should I tell you this is none of your business?”

She hugged him harder. “It is, too.” As her alpha, he belonged to her as much as the pack belonged to him. “I want you to be happy and I don’t think you are.” Maybe because she was hurting so badly herself. The idea of a life without Judd was a nightmare.

Hawke didn’t respond for a long time. “She was two years old when we met. I was seven. I knew she was my best friend straight away. As I got older, I also knew she would grow up to become my mate.”

Brenna didn’t want him to continue, a horrible feeling in the pit of her stomach—she knew what had happened to SnowDancer two decades ago, the bloodshed, the loss. She held on to Hawke, held on hard, trying to anchor him with the bonds of Pack.

“She fit me in a way no one else ever will. And she died when she was five and I was ten.”

A single tear rolled down her face. She wished anything that she could turn back time and save that life, because mating was a one-shot deal. Though Hawke had been too young for the bond to actually materialize, he
had
found the woman who was meant for him. That didn’t happen twice. “I’m so sorry.”

“I’ve learned to live with it.” He nuzzled the top of her head with his chin. “But you don’t have to. If you’ve mated with Judd, you won’t get any shit from me.”

She couldn’t admit to him that she felt only a dull emptiness where the mating bond should’ve been. It wasn’t fair—she loved Judd. Why didn’t her wolf recognize him as her mate? Taking a deep breath, she pulled out of Hawke’s hold. “I won’t tell anyone.”

He used a thumb to wipe the tear off her face. “I don’t even know why I told you.” He sounded bemused. “You’re dangerous.”

She choked out a laugh. “No. I just have the bad habit of caring for men who can’t seem to care for themselves.”

“Speaking of the damn Psy, where is he? I need him to sit in on a meeting.”

“He’s somewhere close,” she said, knowing her dark angel was watching over her. “Can I ask what the meeting’s about?”

“The cats think they have something on the Psy who hit DawnSky. The hyena leader knew nothing about it—it was a fully Psy raid.” His voice had dropped, become lethal in its quietness. “Goddamn bastards killed children.”

“I hope you rip out their guts while they’re still breathing.”

Hawke’s grin was feral. “That’s why I like you, Bren. You’re more wolf than girl.”

He shouldn’t have
used the code. He’d been overconfident. Now Riley was questioning all his top men. Sooner or later, they were going to figure out that he hadn’t been where he was supposed to have been the day Andrew got shot.

It didn’t matter. As long as Brenna wasn’t around to point the finger, they’d never be able to prove that he’d done anything more than break watch without authorization.

No more fucking around. Today, he finished it.

CHAPTER 40

Judd took
his position against the wall in the meeting room, impatient to get this over with so he could return to Brenna. Of course he wouldn’t approach her, but he could keep an eye on her from a distance. His well-honed instincts were screaming at him by now, telling him that danger was only a heartbeat away.

If he could, he’d lock her in for safety. But that would kill her as surely as murder.

I’m never going to be put in a box again . . .

No, he couldn’t do that to her.

“We’re live,” Indigo said as the huge comm screen at one end of the room came on. Lucas appeared on-screen, flanked by Dorian and Mercy, much as Indigo and Judd flanked Hawke.

The leopard alpha met Judd’s eyes, raised an eyebrow, then turned to Hawke. “So you finally did something about him. About bloody time.”

Judd shifted to bring Lucas’s attention back to him. “I’d say we came to a mutual understanding.”

It wasn’t Lucas who spoke next but Dorian. “So how does a Psy lieutenant hunt?”

He met the leopard’s bright blue gaze. “Very quietly.”

“So do snipers.” Dorian’s expression was calculating. “We should talk.”

“I might need a sparring partner.” If he succeeded in breaking Silence, physical contact in another arena might serve to blunt the truly dark aspect of his abilities around Brenna. Because no matter what happened, he was what he was. Killing was built into his genes.

“Karate?” Those completely human-seeming eyes brightened in interest.

“Katana.”

“Hot damn. Let’s do it.”

Lucas coughed. “If you two have stopped flirting, we have business to discuss.”

Indigo grinned but stayed silent. Mercy wasn’t so reticent. “So that’s what it takes to get into Dorian’s pants. I’ll let the sentinel-chasers know.” Her packmate’s growl only widened her smirk.

Hawke nodded at Lucas. “You got something?”

“We think we’ve tracked down the assassins who hit DawnSky.”

All amusement faded from the air. Judd looked at Lucas. “Are you certain? I told you that uniform is worn by every member of the Psy force under Ming LeBon’s command.”

“That’s the problem,” Lucas conceded. “We’ve narrowed it down to a specific squad, but there are fifty of them. Six Psy were spotted during the attack.”

Dorian shrugged, no mercy in his face. “You know my opinion—gut them all.”

“We do that, it’s a declaration of war.” Lucas’s tone said he wouldn’t mind going head-to-head with the Psy. “But that’s what they want—it’ll give them an excuse to come down hard on all changeling groups in the area. A pinpoint hit will deliver our message far more accurately.”

Judd knew Lucas was right. “I may be able to get you the data.”

Everyone looked at him.

“I have contacts in the Net.” He let that sink in, let them judge his loyalties. “Not everyone is happy with how the Council is running things.”

Hawke glanced at him, then gave a small nod. A concession of trust. “Backup plan,” the alpha said to Lucas, “we take out the exact number of Psy who attacked the deer.”

“That’ll make the point with a little less finesse, but yeah, it could work.” Lucas tapped his finger on the dark wood of the table he sat at. “I’ve been thinking about their tactics—trying to turn the packs against each other.”

“So have I,” Hawke said. “They have to have used it before, and successfully, to try the game on us.”

Lucas’s facial markings went white against his skin. “Doesn’t say much about our intelligence if we can be worked so easily.”

“We weren’t. But weaker packs would be.”

“You’re too divided,” Judd broke in. “It’s the first lesson Psy soldiers learn. Don’t try to take out changelings—get them to take out each other.”

Someone growled and Judd wasn’t sure that that primal sound hadn’t come from one of the feminine throats. He remembered how Brenna growled at him when he got her mad. Her wolf side fascinated him—he liked seeing her claws.

“Let me guess,” Hawke said, “before, the Council kept their interference minimal in this region because SnowDancer and DarkRiver kept each other in check.”