Wanted: Undead or Alive

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“I’m sorry,” Brynley whispered.
Nate shrugged. “It’s not his fault. He . . . fell into a bad crowd—the rich guy who bought the Haggerty ranch. Kyle was talking about him all the time, and then, four months ago, he changed.”
“For the better!” a voice declared from the doorway.
Phineas spun around to see a younger and more muscular version of Nate standing in the doorway.
Brynley rose to her feet. “Kyle!” She stepped back with a gasp.
Phineas understood her reaction the instant Kyle’s scent wafted toward him. Nate had been right about his brother changing.
He’d become a werewolf.
Kyle smirked as he approached Brynley. “Oh yeah, princess. How do you like the new me?” His mouth twisted into a snarl. “Maybe you won’t turn me down now.”
Brynley lifted her chin. “It wasn’t your species I objected to. It was your personality.”
He lurched forward with a growl.
Phineas jumped to his feet and pulled Brynley close. “Back off, furball.”
Kyle glared at him. “Who the hell are you? You have no right to her. You’re not one of us.”
“Cut it out, Kyle.” Nate wheeled his chair around the desk. “These are my guests.”
Kyle laughed. “You never figured it out, Nate? Your sweet little friend Brynley is a werewolf.”
Nate halted, his eyes wide.
Brynley turned toward him. “Nathan—”
“Is it true?”
“Yes.” She glanced at Kyle, then back at Nate. “I didn’t ask to be changed. I was born this way.”
Nate nodded slowly. “I was shocked when my brother first told me about Lycans, but then I realized I should have figured it out earlier. I always knew there was something strange going on with some of the ranchers. Their followers show a loyalty that goes far beyond what you’d expect of a hired ranch hand.”
“We’re loyal to our Pack Masters,” Kyle boasted as he regarded Brynley with a gleam in his eyes. “And this is our princess, daughter of the Supreme Pack Master.”
Phineas tightened his arm around Brynley when he felt her shudder. It was obvious Kyle would run straight to her father to tell him she was back.
He aimed a strong surge of vampire mind control at the werewolf. Kyle was caught by surprise and stumbled back a few feet. His face went blank.
You will forget you saw Brynley here. You will not speak of her to anyone. Now go!
Kyle turned and wandered from the room.
Brynley took a deep breath and squeezed Phineas’s arm. “Please tell me you erased his memory.”
“I think I did.” But he wasn’t sure if it would last.
“What’s going on?” Nate studied them warily. “You erased my brother’s memory? How?”
“I didn’t harm him. I’m only trying to protect Brynley.”
She hunched down beside the wheelchair. “Please, Nate. Don’t tell anyone I was here. My father would capture me and force me into a marriage I don’t want.”
“With another werewolf?” Nate asked.
“Yes.”
“So Caddoc Jones is the Supreme Pack Master?” When Brynley nodded, Nate regarded her sadly. “You should have told me everything years ago. I thought you trusted me.”
“I did,” she insisted. “But you didn’t know Lycans existed, and I was afraid if you knew the truth, you’d . . . no longer be my friend.”
Nate patted her shoulder. “I would have understood. Your father is so damned powerful, and the way so many people kowtow to him makes me sick.”
“Those aren’t people,” Phineas muttered. “They’re werewolves.”
Nate looked him over. “You’re not one of them?”
“No.”
“Then what are you?” Nate asked. “Some kind of psychic?”
“Something like that.” Phineas removed a MacKay business card from his wallet and set it on the desk. “If you see or hear anything out of the ordinary, please let us know. There could be something . . . evil in this area, and it must be defeated.”
Nate’s eyes widened. “Evil?”
“And please, Nathan,” Brynley whispered. “Don’t let my father know I’m here.”
“You have my word.” He wheeled closer to his desk and wrote on a slip of paper. “This is my number if you need any help.” He handed it to her with a wry look. “Not that I’m much help to anyone these days.”
“Oh, you are.” She hugged him, then turned to Phineas.“What should we do now?”
“Leave. Nice to meet you, Nate.” Phineas grabbed Brynley’s arm and escorted her from the room.
“Be careful!” Nate called after them.
“We will, thanks!” Brynley yelled back as Phineas led her across the foyer and out the front door.
She fumbled in her handbag for the car keys. “Shall we drive back to the cabin?”
“We’ll drive.” But not back to the cabin. If his vampire mind control had failed on Kyle, then Brynley’s father would soon know she was in Wyoming. It wouldn’t take a genius to figure out she was probably staying at her brother’s cabin.
She climbed into the driver’s seat and gave him a surprised look as he teleported into the passenger seat. “Why’d you do that?”
“A precaution. This location is now embedded in my psychic memory.”
“Oh.” Her eyes narrowed. “You look worried.”
“Everything will be cool.” He smiled at her, but he was worried. Worried that he’d screwed up and left too many loose ends. He should have erased Nate’s memory. And John Brighton’s, too. “Drive to the nearest town.”
“That would be Ten Sleep.” She headed down the driveway to the Carson ranch entrance. “Why are we going there?”
“It’s close by.” Phineas shrugged when she shot him an annoyed look. He had to protect her. And the best way to do that was to get her the hell out of Dodge.
He remained quiet until they arrived in Ten Sleep, where he spotted a grocery store with a parking lot. “Pull in here. Park over there.” He pointed to a dark spot close to a tree.
“The store is closed,” she objected, but did as she was told. She turned off the engine and looked at him. “What are we doing here?”
“We’ll overnight the keys to your friend, and she can pick up the car here tomorrow.” Phineas climbed out. “Lock up and bring your purse.” He shut the door and strode toward the dark shadow of the tree.
She scrambled out of the car and swung her handbag onto her shoulder. “Tell me the plan.”
“Come here.”
With a huff, she strode toward him. “We’re partners, remember? We should plan together.”
He scanned the area. No one in sight. “The plan is to keep you safe.” He wrapped his arms around her and teleported.
Chapter Fourteen
As soon as Brynley materialized, she realized she wasn’t in Wyoming anymore. Her inner wolf tensed, and she pulled away from Phineas. “Where are we?”
“Romatech Industries.” Phineas motioned toward the nearby building.
“In New York?” Her gaze swept over the building, the gazebo and well-manicured garden, then shifted to the woods. She winced. “What happened to that poor tree?”
“Nothing.”
She turned to Phineas. “Why did you bring me here? I want to go back to Wyoming.” Her inner wolf snarled, demanding to return home.
“It’s not safe.”
“It should be,” she insisted. “Didn’t you erase Kyle’s memory?”
“I’m not a hundred percent sure that it worked. When I tapped into his brain, it seemed kinda weird to me.”
She narrowed her eyes. “Are you saying werewolves have weird brains?”
“I wouldn’t dare. Not with you glaring at me like that. What I mean is I think the dude was on something.”
“Drugs?”
Phineas tilted his head as he considered. “I would say steroids.”
“Oh.” Brynley nodded her head slowly. “He did seem a lot more muscular than when I last saw him. Becoming a werewolf wouldn’t automatically add all that bulk.”
“And he was acting like a prick.”
She snorted. “Unfortunately, that’s not a new development. He’s always had a chip on his shoulder. Racked up some bad gambling debts he couldn’t pay off, so Nate offered to buy his half of the ranch for twice what it was worth. Kyle took the money to pay his debts, but he’s always resented his brother for coming to the rescue.”
“What an ass.”
“Yeah. I can’t believe he’s a werewolf now.” Just what the Lycan world needed—another mean, overbearing male like her father. “I still want to go back to Wyoming.”
“I’m not sure the cabin is safe for you now.” Phineas led her toward the side entrance. “Is it unusual for a mortal to become a werewolf?”
“Yes. Most mortals have no idea we exist. And we don’t go around telling people. Or biting people. We keep to ourselves. Usually if a mortal is changed, it’s because he was bitten by a werewolf who was forced to defend himself.”
Phineas swiped his ID card, then opened the door for her. “It sounds like Nate’s new neighbor is a werewolf, and he might be the one who changed Kyle.”
“The guy who bought the Haggerty ranch?” She walked down the hall, trying to remain calm even though her inner wolf was growing increasingly agitated. “Can you take me back tonight?”
“And risk your father capturing you? I thought you were terrified of that.”
“I am.” Unfortunately, the wolf didn’t care. It was growling inside her. “Aren’t we supposed to be hunting Corky? We can’t do that if we stay here. She might be at the Haggerty ranch.”
“I’ll do it alone. I’m not putting you at risk.”
She came to a stop. “You don’t want me to guard you anymore?”
“I can teleport back here for my death-sleep. I’ll just have to keep track of the sunrise.”
She grabbed hold of his arm. “You don’t understand. I have to go back. I need to. Especially tomorrow night for the full moon.”
“You can shift at the school. Or I’ll take you to Howard’s cabin in the Adirondacks. You know, the place where you guarded Marielle.”
“No!” She squeezed his arm. “One night at home. My wolf needs it. It’s growling inside me, Phineas. I feel like it’ll claw its way out my throat if I don’t do what it says!”
“Okay!” He eyed her warily. “Sheesh. I didn’t realize it was so demanding.”
“I need to do what it wants. Please.”
He nodded slowly. “I’m just worried about your father finding you.”
“Believe me, if I roam around the Bighorn National Forest, no one would ever find me. Unless I wanted them to. It’s over a million acres.”
“Okay. We’ll figure something out.” He spun toward a door that opened, then relaxed with a smile.
The guy who came out looked like a skinny, younger version of Phineas.
“Hey, bro. I didn’t expect you back tonight.” He gave Phineas a knuckle pound, then turned to Brynley, his dark brown eyes twinkling. “You must be the wolfie-girl.”
“I’m Brynley.” She shook his hand. “You must be Freemont.”
“You got it! I’m Da Freeze, the Ice Man.” He motioned toward the open door. “Welcome to my humble working quarters. It’s a busy night at Vampireville. Lots of people stopping by. I use the term people loosely, you understand.”
Brynley followed him and Phineas into the office and found three more people—two men and a beautiful redheaded woman. They looked familiar, but she’d never socialized much in the Vamp world and couldn’t recall their names.
The woman grinned and grabbed her hand. “You must be Phil’s sister! I’m Lara di Venezia. And this is my husband, Jack.”
“How do you do?” Jack shook her hand.
“I am Zoltan Czakvar.” The third man took her hand and bowed over it. He was a striking man with shoulder-length dark hair and almond-shaped amber eyes.
“Hey, dudes.” Phineas gave Zoltan and Jack knuckle pounds. “Dudette.” He gave Lara a hug. “So did you guys just arrive?”
“A few hours ago,” Jack said. “We’ve been catching up on reports. Angus thinks you’re following a strong lead in Wyoming.”
“Yes,” Zoltan agreed. “We were just about to call you to see if we could join you there.”
“Why don’t we all go?” Brynley turned to Phineas with a beseeching look.
“The cabin may not be safe for you.” Phineas quickly explained the situation. “I don’t know if my mind control worked on Kyle.”
“We’ll never know if we don’t go back,” Brynley insisted.
“She has a point,” Lara said. “We can’t tell if her father’s been informed if we stay here.”
“If my father knows, he’ll send some of his goons to Phil’s cabin,” Brynley added.
“Then I’ll go and see if anyone comes looking for you,” Jack suggested.
“I shall go, too,” Zoltan offered.
“Is there a television there?” Lara asked. “I want to go, but I don’t want to miss Maggie and Darcy’s new show.”