my homework while keeping busy with this other stuff. If we don’t hear from her before too long, we’ll go after her. It’s just a simple quest list.”
“Quest list?” Prophet asked.
Rico rolled his eyes and stomped into the kitchen. “Aw, great. Here we go with this geek shit again.”
“In any game where you get a bunch of things to do, you can’t try to do all of them at once. You need to pick one and keep your eyes open for keys or whatever for the others along the way.”
“Ohhhh,” Prophet said. “That kind of geek stuff.”
Cole continued as if everyone was right there on the gaming journey with him. The simple fact was that it felt good to touch base with his roots, if only for a minute or two. “When time is of the essence, you pick the quick quests first and work your way down the list. If Lancroft’s temple was destroyed, the Dryads should know about it. They can feel that sort of thing when they try to open a bridge.”
“You’d better hope they can,” Rico warned.
“Tristan mentioned that when we went there last time, remember? If we’re able to go, we should be able to figure out whatever we’re able to figure out before too long. I’ll tell you right now that there’s no chance in hell of me sifting through all of that stuff to take a real inventory. If you’re willing to accept a quick once-over, I’ll do that much.”
“You won’t just fart around for a minute and call it quits?”
“No. I’ll fart around for several minutes before calling it quits.”
Rico accepted that with a shrug and headed to the kitchen.
Chapter Fourteen
Kawosa crouched with one knee and two hands pressed against a recently disturbed mound of earth. His long wiry hair hung straight down, unmoving in the wind that blew around him. The collection of clothes he wore had been picked up from several different contributors along their relatively short run from Philadelphia. His appetite had been mighty after being imprisoned for so long and he was quick to sate it by the meat wrapped up in those clothes. Even the other werewolves in his company were impressed with how quickly the gangly shapeshifter could strip flesh from unwilling bone.
“So this is truly the resting place of a Full Blood?” he asked.
Liam stood nearby, clad in the same rags he’d worn before finding Randolph in Wyoming. “We both have his scent well enough.”
Looking up at Liam with a wolf’s yellow eyes, Kawosa said, “What I need to find out is how this one was killed.” Without another word, he started digging. It didn’t take long for him to find Henry’s body. When the savaged remains were uncovered, all of the creatures reacted.
“Mongrels,” Kawosa snarled. “Go away.”
Purposely avoiding the sight of Henry’s body, Max separated from his feline companion and approached Kawosa in his human form. “Whatever you have to say, we can hear it too. We lost one of our own breaking you out of that Skinner dungeon.”
“And you’ll lose the rest of your number if you don’t do as I say.”
Randolph didn’t feel the need to step in, and Liam seemed content to watch what would happen next.
Max lowered his head and moved away from the Full Bloods. Lyssa sniffed the wind that had brushed Kawosa’s back, quickly lowered her head and followed in his footsteps.
When he spoke, Kawosa used a voice that could easily be mistaken for the whisper of wind through flailing branches. “I smell Amriany craftsmanship at work.”
Both Randolph and Liam rushed forward to get a better look. Rather than force their eyes to absorb the sight of what lay in the upturned dirt, they studied the notches in Henry’s bones and the stains upon what little there was of his tattered fur. Liam went so far as to lower himself to all fours and dip his lengthening snout into the grave.
“The Amriany have no presence here,” Randolph said. “They would rather hand this continent over to us than work with the Skinners.”
“The Blood Blades were forged by Amriany hands,” Kawosa said. “And it seems those have found their way to these shores.”
“This wasn’t done with a Blood Blade,” Liam said.
Randolph allowed himself to see the carnage for what it was, the sight clearly sickening him. “I am very familiar with the scent of a Blood Blade. I could have told you already if one had been used to bring Henry down.”
After sniffing the remains intently, Liam perched upon the edge of the hole. “Not a Blood Blade, but there is something else.” He looked at Randolph and added, “It’s something I haven’t smelled since I came to the New World. There was plenty of this in Britain, though. I can’t put my finger on what, exactly, but the scent brings me right back to the days of cobblestones and dark ale.”
At first it seemed as if Randolph was merely drawing a contemplative breath. But when the air was pulled through his nostrils, he rolled it around in his throat like a pungent vintage of wine. “Perhaps you’re right.”
“More likely,” Kawosa said with half a smirk, “some of their influence has been taken and changed by the Skinners. The colonial hunters always did have a knack for stealing whatever they needed.”
“What are you keeping from me?” Randolph asked.
Once again Liam held his tongue so he could watch events unfold.
Kawosa stood up to his full height, which expanded with every shifting muscle beneath his skin. Even though he didn’t change into another form like those the Full Bloods traded like so many different shirts, each variance had a distinct personality. By the time he settled on one that allowed his dark blue eyes to gaze directly into Randolph’s, he was exuding power like steam that seeped almost imperceptibly through imperfections within an engine. “I was in that cage for years, boy. All that time, Jonah Lancroft tried to figure out what to do with me, how to kill me, what he might harvest from my bones. He trod lightly upon the floorboards above my head, knowing that I could hear every word that fell from his stinking human mouth. As time went on, he grew confident, speaking louder, unknowing or uncaring that I may have heard.
“In that cage, I could smell the chemicals he mixed, the blood he spilled, the weapons he forged. I saw him fill the other cells and then drag out the bodies after cutting them to pieces using devices gleaned through methods unknown to anyone on this side of the Atlantic. That is why the Skinners came running to that house after the pretty little bird with the wounded wing finally disposed of Lancroft. In that cage, I heard Henry scream until his voice became nothing more than an insane whisper in the dark. I know about the Amriany methods because I was there to witness them put to use, which I assume is why you went through the trouble of setting me free.”
“That’s not the only reason.”
“I didn’t think so.” Kawosa pivoted on the balls of his feet so he could start scraping dirt back onto Henry’s remains. “Will your Mongrel friends disturb this site? They won’t be able to smell it as well as us, but they’ll find it sooner or later.”
“They should know better than to do something as foolish as that,” Randolph assured him. “They are many things, but stupid isn’t among them.”
“I want to find the Amriany.”
“If those brigands are here, I want to find them too,” Liam said. “I owe them for soiling my home ground. There will be others coming, you know. Other Full Bloods.”
“He’s right,” Randolph said. “There aren’t many of us, but surely they know of what’s been happening here.”
Having filled the hole, Kawosa stood up, tossed his head back and allowed his hair to move with the next breeze. “Ahh, yes. The riots in Kansas City. Even in my pit I heard of that. The others will indeed be coming. Maybe not all of them, but I can think of one or two that might be interested in partaking in such widespread debauchery.”
Randolph’s eyes snapped in the direction the Mongrels had gone. In the distance two shapes scurried to find
