Etched in Bone
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I am here. I am here!
Then she noticed the odd silence.
• • •
They circled the small bowl of land, trying to decide what they were seeing.
Looked human but didn’t smell human. Didn’t smell like prey. Smelled . . . intriguing.
“Arroo!” it howled. “Arroo!”
Tiny voice. Puppy howl. All puffed up and challenging.
And hurt. Hind leg didn’t work right.
“Arroo!” it howled again. “Arroo!”
Tiny voice. Puppy howl. But brave to challenge them, to warn them off.
Was this the howling not-Wolf?
They circled the small bowl of land and considered the messages that had rippled under the skin of the world, that had been a scent in the air and a taste in the water.
It was not a Wolf, it was not prey, and it was howling.
Crows had told them there were Wolves in their territory, searching along the road. Was the not-Wolf howling for its mate? Tiny howl. Wouldn’t be heard.
One of them stayed to watch the not-Wolf. The others moved silently along the game trails, traveling far enough to ensure that they would be heard.
Then one of them howled.
• • •
Simon staggered into the middle of the road and stopped moving.
Meg was gone? Really gone?
He was supposed to find her. There was supposed to be a trail for him to follow.
But Meg’s scent wasn’t on the road or the grass, wasn’t anywhere except in the trunk of the car. Without her scent, he didn’t know where that Cyrus had left her.
Had no way to find her.
Lifting his muzzle, Simon howled the Song of Sorrow, joined by Blair and Nathan.
Then he stopped howling as a thought occurred to him. Nothing Meg had seen had indicated that he would lose her forever. She had escaped from that Cyrus and run into the wild country where a human couldn’t follow her. She would run until she found the place in the woods that had the grave and the cold hand—the place she had seen in the prophecy dream. She would get there and wait for him. So his Meg wasn’t gone; she was just lost until he found her.
If the humans couldn’t help him find Meg, the terra indigene who lived around here could—and would.
When he howled again, it was a Song of Battle. And it was answered.
• • •
Monty leaned against the patrol car, blinking away tears as he listened to Simon’s heartbroken howl.
Jimmy had done this to Simon, to all of them. Just another scheme that might have consequences for everyone but Jimmy. Except this time he had miscalculated and had paid dearly. Would his wife and children grieve, or would they secretly be relieved that he wasn’t coming back?
Gods, what a thing to wonder about a brother.
Monty wiped away the tears. This wasn’t the time for him to grieve or wonder. Meg Corbyn was still out there, somewhere.
He pushed away from the car and noticed how O’Sullivan immediately turned toward him. The ITF agent didn’t need to worry; he wasn’t going to try to see what had been left inside the crime scene tape. Not again.
Kowalski hurried over to join him.
“What’s our status?” he asked, taking in the Wolves’ body language as Nathan and Blair stood with Simon, howling: defeat.
“Captain Miller gave me the exact location where Meg escaped from Cyrus,” Kowalski said. “Sounds like a few men started at that point and searched along the edge of the woods for a couple of miles in both directions. So far, there’s been no sign of her.”
“How far could she travel?”
Kowalski snorted. “You’ve never played chase with the Wolves. Uninjured, I think Meg could cover some distance.”
And if that distance took her deeper into the wild country, they had no chance of finding her because there was no mercy in the wild country, no safety in the dark—even when the dark was the shade and shadows of the woods. The men who patrolled these roads knew that, and while a commander might risk his men if they had a solid location and were going in to rescue someone, no one would send in men to search for a body.
Simon howled again, but it sounded different now.
“Lieutenant, I have to tell the Wolves . . .”
“ARROOOOO!”
The Wolves froze. Burke and the local police officers scrambled onto the road.
“ARROOOOO!”
Based on the deep voice, whatever was out there was huge.
“Arroo!” Simon replied. “Arrrrrooooo!” He turned east, running past them as he headed down the road in the direction of the howl. Blair followed him.
“Nathan, wait!” Monty said when the other enforcer started to follow Simon. “What is it?”
The Wolf bristled with impatience, but Nathan shifted to a mostly human form. “The Elders found something.”
“Meg?”
“They’re not sure. It might be the not-Wolf.” He shifted back to Wolf.
“Wait.” Monty held up a hand. “Let us go with you as far as we can.”
Nathan growled. Not a welcoming sound.
“We have water,” Kowalski said. “And food. And a first-aid kit. When you find Meg, she’ll need all those things. It will be easier to carry them in the car.”
Nathan stopped growling. Monty decided that was as much agreement as they would get. Apparently Kowalski thought the same thing because he was behind the wheel of the patrol car in seconds.
Monty pulled open the passenger door, then stopped and looked at Burke.
“Go,” Burke said. “O’Sullivan and I will handle things here. Good luck, Lieutenant.”
Then she noticed the odd silence.
• • •
They circled the small bowl of land, trying to decide what they were seeing.
Looked human but didn’t smell human. Didn’t smell like prey. Smelled . . . intriguing.
“Arroo!” it howled. “Arroo!”
Tiny voice. Puppy howl. All puffed up and challenging.
And hurt. Hind leg didn’t work right.
“Arroo!” it howled again. “Arroo!”
Tiny voice. Puppy howl. But brave to challenge them, to warn them off.
Was this the howling not-Wolf?
They circled the small bowl of land and considered the messages that had rippled under the skin of the world, that had been a scent in the air and a taste in the water.
It was not a Wolf, it was not prey, and it was howling.
Crows had told them there were Wolves in their territory, searching along the road. Was the not-Wolf howling for its mate? Tiny howl. Wouldn’t be heard.
One of them stayed to watch the not-Wolf. The others moved silently along the game trails, traveling far enough to ensure that they would be heard.
Then one of them howled.
• • •
Simon staggered into the middle of the road and stopped moving.
Meg was gone? Really gone?
He was supposed to find her. There was supposed to be a trail for him to follow.
But Meg’s scent wasn’t on the road or the grass, wasn’t anywhere except in the trunk of the car. Without her scent, he didn’t know where that Cyrus had left her.
Had no way to find her.
Lifting his muzzle, Simon howled the Song of Sorrow, joined by Blair and Nathan.
Then he stopped howling as a thought occurred to him. Nothing Meg had seen had indicated that he would lose her forever. She had escaped from that Cyrus and run into the wild country where a human couldn’t follow her. She would run until she found the place in the woods that had the grave and the cold hand—the place she had seen in the prophecy dream. She would get there and wait for him. So his Meg wasn’t gone; she was just lost until he found her.
If the humans couldn’t help him find Meg, the terra indigene who lived around here could—and would.
When he howled again, it was a Song of Battle. And it was answered.
• • •
Monty leaned against the patrol car, blinking away tears as he listened to Simon’s heartbroken howl.
Jimmy had done this to Simon, to all of them. Just another scheme that might have consequences for everyone but Jimmy. Except this time he had miscalculated and had paid dearly. Would his wife and children grieve, or would they secretly be relieved that he wasn’t coming back?
Gods, what a thing to wonder about a brother.
Monty wiped away the tears. This wasn’t the time for him to grieve or wonder. Meg Corbyn was still out there, somewhere.
He pushed away from the car and noticed how O’Sullivan immediately turned toward him. The ITF agent didn’t need to worry; he wasn’t going to try to see what had been left inside the crime scene tape. Not again.
Kowalski hurried over to join him.
“What’s our status?” he asked, taking in the Wolves’ body language as Nathan and Blair stood with Simon, howling: defeat.
“Captain Miller gave me the exact location where Meg escaped from Cyrus,” Kowalski said. “Sounds like a few men started at that point and searched along the edge of the woods for a couple of miles in both directions. So far, there’s been no sign of her.”
“How far could she travel?”
Kowalski snorted. “You’ve never played chase with the Wolves. Uninjured, I think Meg could cover some distance.”
And if that distance took her deeper into the wild country, they had no chance of finding her because there was no mercy in the wild country, no safety in the dark—even when the dark was the shade and shadows of the woods. The men who patrolled these roads knew that, and while a commander might risk his men if they had a solid location and were going in to rescue someone, no one would send in men to search for a body.
Simon howled again, but it sounded different now.
“Lieutenant, I have to tell the Wolves . . .”
“ARROOOOO!”
The Wolves froze. Burke and the local police officers scrambled onto the road.
“ARROOOOO!”
Based on the deep voice, whatever was out there was huge.
“Arroo!” Simon replied. “Arrrrrooooo!” He turned east, running past them as he headed down the road in the direction of the howl. Blair followed him.
“Nathan, wait!” Monty said when the other enforcer started to follow Simon. “What is it?”
The Wolf bristled with impatience, but Nathan shifted to a mostly human form. “The Elders found something.”
“Meg?”
“They’re not sure. It might be the not-Wolf.” He shifted back to Wolf.
“Wait.” Monty held up a hand. “Let us go with you as far as we can.”
Nathan growled. Not a welcoming sound.
“We have water,” Kowalski said. “And food. And a first-aid kit. When you find Meg, she’ll need all those things. It will be easier to carry them in the car.”
Nathan stopped growling. Monty decided that was as much agreement as they would get. Apparently Kowalski thought the same thing because he was behind the wheel of the patrol car in seconds.
Monty pulled open the passenger door, then stopped and looked at Burke.
“Go,” Burke said. “O’Sullivan and I will handle things here. Good luck, Lieutenant.”
