Branded by Fire

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No, Hawke thought, it wasn't. It was coming from him, too. And that meant Riley and Mercy had completed the mating. His gaze met Lucas's.
"You can't have her," the leopard alpha said, as if he'd read Hawke's mind.
Their eyes clashed, alpha to alpha, wolf to leopard. The air stilled.
"Fight over her later," Tammy hissed, her voice a lacerating whip. "Come on, Mercy, wake the hell up."
But she didn't. No matter how many times the wolf tried to nuzzle her back to consciousness.
Chapter 53
The Councilors didn't bother to have a full meeting to deal with the Alliance issue. They simply agreed on a course of action and dispatched squads to take care of it. If the Alliance wanted a war, they'd get a war.
But the chairman had miscalculated on one crucial point. The Council chose stealth, not public violence. With the recent surge of hostile behavior by Psy, overt bloodshed would've run counter to their attempts to calm the populace. Instead, things were taken care of with such subtlety, it was impossible to prove Psy involvement.
And the Psy didn't kill everyone. Instead, minds were scanned and dossiers built. The one called "the chairman" had escaped the net, but three of those at the top of the food chain had been tracked and eliminated. The others would be found sooner or later. The worker bees had been left alone . . . with their memories of what had happened intact. Their leadership had abandoned them to take the heat, knowing the assassins would come.
The Psy had had a century to learn the cold logic of demoralizing the enemy.
Now, the paramilitary arm of the Alliance was crumbling from within.
Chapter 54
Lucas and Hawke stood looking down at the badly injured male prone on the hospital bed. "What the fuck happened, Adam?"
"I got shot out of the sky. Like a damn plane." Ignoring the myriad other wounds that marked his body, the tall, heavily muscled man stared at his shattered wing, having remained in half-shift form to allow the wing to set properly. "Fuck, that's going to take weeks to heal."
"Only reason you're not dead," Hawke pointed out, "is because you're alpha in waiting."
"Wing leader," Adam corrected, an odd catch in his voice. "It's you four-legged beasts who have alphas."
"Insulting us?" Hawke drawled, though his mood was anything but buoyant.
Lucas looked over, his own face drawn. "I don't think he realizes he's in our territory and we can bury his body where no one can find it."
"Ha-ha." Adam's sarcasm was rendered less effective by the fact that his normally copper-colored skin was dull with injury - where it wasn't black-and-blue. "Is Naia here? Our healer?"
"Yeah, she was on your tail. With one of your wing-seconds." Hawke raised an eyebrow.
"Shut it," Adam snapped. "She's one of the highest-ranking members of the wing. She needed to be at the meeting." A wince. "Jesus, my head hurts."
"Naia had to shave off your hair to check for injuries," Lucas said. "Turns out you're too hardheaded to hurt."
Hawke folded his arms, forcing himself to focus on this problem and not the one he could do nothing to solve. "But you're not as pretty anymore without those long, silky - what's the word - yeah, tresses."
Adam was giving Hawke the finger when a softly curvy woman with the mystery of the Greek Islands stamped onto her features walked into the room. "Out," she said. "Both of you. He needs to heal."
"We'll go, Naia," Lucas said, his voice quiet. "But we need to know what Adam brought into our territory."
"Nothing," Adam said.
"I might believe it if I heard it from Aria." Hawke scowled.
"There's been a change in the structure of our wing."
"What change?" Lucas asked when the other man fell silent.
"Aria's dead."
Hawke sucked in a breath. "Hell. I liked her."
"She had a good life," Naia said, eyes drowning in sorrow. "She was a good wing leader." A short glance at Adam, and Hawke understood without words why Naia, and Jacques - now the second-highest-ranking member of WindHaven, had come with Adam. Aria hadn't only been their wing leader, she'd been Adam's grandmother. They'd probably been worried he'd blow the negotiation by picking a fight with either Lucas or Hawke just to let off steam. Both men would've understood, but it would've delayed things.
"She was," Lucas agreed. "So we have to deal with your feathered ass now."
"You've been dealing with me for years," Adam reminded them. "Now there's no filter so we have to become friends." The sarcasm fairly dripped. "Did you get the bullets?"
"No. One went through your body, the other shredded your wing and disappeared." Hawke didn't like it. His men would shoot down an enemy, but only after checking with him. Lucas had already told him it hadn't been one of his people. "We'll find out who it was."
"Jacques knows the location," Adam murmured, the words hazy. "He was . . ."
Naia waved them out as Adam lost consciousness, exiting herself a few minutes later.
"How did Aria die?" Lucas asked.
"Old age." Naia's face was sad, and yet there was peace in it. "We knew it was coming. She somehow survived her mate's death, perhaps because she was wing leader, but the life went out of her - she only lasted six months after he took his last breath. There was no foul play."
Which made it less likely that someone had targeted Adam. Since neither Lucas nor Hawke liked unknown threats in their territory, they went out with Jacques. What they found was unexpected - spent shells and eight dead men with chips in the backs of their necks.
Mia and Kenyon, one of the SnowDancer boys who'd been among the missing, identified three of the eight as having been involved in their kidnapping.
"I'm going to call Bowen," Lucas said, "see if he can shed any light on this."
The Alliance man arrived twenty minutes later, took one look at the dead men, and nodded. "Two of them worked directly for the chairman, probably saw his face." He bent down by one particular body, sorrow in every line of him. "Damn it, Claude. Why?"
"Your chips seem to have a kill switch," Lucas said, feeling a stab of pity despite himself. "Their brains are literally leaking out their ears."
Sorrow morphed into cold rage. "No one told us."
But the evidence was plain to see. Whether these men had attacked Adam in retaliation for DarkRiver and SnowDancer's interference in their plans, or whether they'd been given orders to simply cause chaos, it didn't matter.
Because it seemed the chairman was cleaning house.
Riley hated seeing Mercy so still, so quiet. He could feel her in his soul, a vibrant presence, but in front of him, she was pale, unmoving. Tamsyn was worried about a hidden infection - Mercy should've woken by now. Riley's wolf grew frantic with every passing second. God, he'd just found her. He couldn't lose her. Who'd jerk his chain when he needed it most? Who'd make him laugh at himself?
He closed his hand around her fingers and squeezed. "Wake up, kitty," he said, trying to reach the wildness in her. "I need you." He hadn't said that to anyone since the day his parents died.
Deep in his soul, he thought he felt a pulse of love, of warmth, but the mating bond was new. He didn't know if it had been real or if he'd imagined it because he needed it so much. In his hand, her fingers lay quiescent, so unlike the woman he adored with every part of him.
All those years they'd danced around each other, all those insults they'd hurled at each other, all those times they'd stood nose to nose, toe to toe, it had been preparation, he thought. They hadn't been ready for each other then. But now they were and damn if he was going to let fate steal the future from them.
Getting into bed beside her with effort, he held her to his heart. And then he dropped every remaining shield, every barrier, and willed her to heal.
Bowen and his team left San Francisco two days later, heading for Venice. Bowen had been recalled by the remaining members of the security team. "I can't believe you're taking over the chairman's job," one of his men said, shaking his head in disbelief.
"I'll be making it my own," Bowen said, his mind full of the images of death. So many of his friends gone, all so the chairman and his cronies could rule supreme. "I will not send my people out like cannon fodder, and I'm through with picking fights just to prove I can beat the big boys. From now on, we do it like the changelings - become so strong within ourselves that no one dares pick fights with us."
"The temptation, though, Bo," Lily said. "It's gonna be a kicker. And you're not a politician."
"Yeah?" He grinned. "Then how come I have the beginnings of a business agreement - maybe more - with the two strongest changeling packs in the United States?"
Lily's mouth dropped open. "How? I thought you were persona non grata."
"I fucked up," Bo said, still angry at himself for his part in terrorizing a child. "But I owned up to it, too. Honesty matters with changelings. When I got recalled, I set up a meet with the alphas and said maybe we could turn a bad start into something good."
"And they listened?"
"It's a work in progress. They've agreed not to boycott Alliance businesses - it's a temporary deal, but it's a deal." DarkRiver and SnowDancer hadn't reached where they were without being highly intelligent operators. They were fully capable of slicing away all contact with the Human Alliance - as you would a diseased limb - if Bowen didn't manage to clean up an organization that had gone from hope to violence on the back of one man.
The chairman had fouled something humans had created after the Territorial Wars as a way to rebuild their lives. Now that powerful business/education network was under fire around the world, with innocent men and women being accused of masterminding violence. Bowen had to prove the Alliance was more than that - first to their members, then to the world. "We've broken, Lily," he said, thinking of Claude. "I want to bring the pieces back together."