“Yes, I do. And that’s why you started snooping around the cemetery?”
“Partly.” He heaved a deep breath, looking afraid for the first time. “Before I started hanging at the cemetery, that awful feeling and the scent led me to one of the bodies of those four guys. At least I’m pretty sure it was one of them.”
Nick laid a palm flat on the table. “What? Explain.”
“I’m the one who anonymously called the sheriff’s office about that victim, but I don’t know how they found the others. I did my duty but I didn’t want to be in the spotlight, so I made the call and stayed out of the picture.”
“But you didn’t, not completely. You were noticed hanging around.”
“I knew that was a risk, but I couldn’t leave town. Not when I had such an unsettled feeling in my gut, like I’d crossed paths with something truly evil that most wouldn’t have the capacity to understand or figure out. Shit, I’m not sure I do, either, but I might have a better chance than the average guy.”
“So you decided to play amateur detective.” Nick allowed a hint of doubt to seep into his tone. “How convenient.”
Jaxon knew Nick was playing the kid, that from what he’d said so far he didn’t really believe the Sorcerer was responsible for any of the deaths, but was testing his worth. His determination. He’d been on the receiving end of Nick’s scrutiny in the beginning often enough to know.
“I didn’t kill those men,” Black asserted, his expression fierce. “I’ve never hurt anyone, and I’m not stupid enough to stay in the area if I did.”
Nick let him hang for a moment, then said, “I know. Tell me why you raised Henry Ward.”
“If you
“Humor me.”
“Fine. It wasn’t rocket science to connect the local buzz of an old man found bludgeoned to death with the body of a man found in the woods nearby. Like the cops, I thought there was a good chance Ward might’ve seen something, and I have a tool in my kit they don’t.”
“You can raise the dead and talk with them.”
“Yep.”
Quickly, he filled in Nick on what Ward had told him. The logo on the one man’s shirt proved to be a good lead, and their boss nodded in approval.
“That sounds like the logo used by NewLife Technology,” he said, and Jaxon stiffened in surprise.
“That’s Kira’s former employer.” Damn, she hadn’t been far from his mind all evening, and simply mentioning her name brought back all his physical discomfort with a vengeance.
Nick looked to Jax. “Who she alleges is possibly conducting some sort of DNA experimentation on human tissue, morphing it into a different strand altogether. Something animal.”
“And the photos and autopsy reports show slivers of flesh removed from the men while they were still alive.” Jaxon heaved a breath. “This is emerging into a terrible picture.”
Nick agreed. “The question is, if NewLife is behind this, what the hell are they trying to accomplish? And at the cost of human lives, no less.”
The Sorcerer spoke up. “This is fascinating, but am I free to go?”
Their boss pinned the kid with his blue gaze, and then gestured for Ryon to unbind him. “You can leave anytime you want. As a rule, I don’t interfere with free will, especially if the individual intends no harm.”
“Why do I hear a ‘but’ in there?” Black asked quietly, rubbing his wrists.
“Because your destiny is here,” Nick said in a low voice, expression grave. “You may go, but if you do, know that your life will follow a path it was never meant to take, and you’ll never find what you’re searching for. I can’t tell you more than that. The decision must be yours.”
It was more warning than Jaxon had ever heard Nick give anyone.
“Trust him, Black,” he advised the Sorcerer.
The kid studied each of them, those emerald eyes shining with something like hope that didn’t come easily. “Call me Kalen. It’s been years since I’ve had a pillow and a mattress. That’ll make sleeping on the decision a lot easier.”
“You do that. Sleep on it; take all the time you need. Tomorrow, or I should say later today, Jax and a couple of the other team members will show you around, explain what we do and how things work. We’ll get you checked out in the clinic, too. Get some food in you.”
“Thanks. I appreciate this.” Kalen didn’t say the words lightly. He was a man who had nothing and no one.
Until today, even if he didn’t realize it yet.
“Prove yourself a good soldier and that will be thanks enough.” Grinning, Nick reached out and flicked the pendant on Kalen’s chest. Gestured to the earrings both Kalen and Jax wore. “Might have to lose some of the bling, though. That goes for everyone.”
The kid didn’t look bothered. “I’m willing to negotiate. Some.”
Jax wasn’t really concerned, either. Nick had lost the argument over the decorative hardware before—or rather, gracefully conceded that they didn’t interfere with the job—though the boss didn’t like them.
Aric laughed and handed Kalen his backpack. “Come on, I’ll show you to a room.”
The red wolf led their newest recruit out, the others trailing them, talking and attempting to put the younger man more at ease. Jaxon hung back, concerned to see the smile melt from his boss’s face as the others left.
“Is the kid going to be okay?” he asked.
“Definitely not if he leaves, but even if he stays . . . I don’t know. His storm is still a good ways off, but it’s coming.”
“And when it arrives?” He was almost afraid to learn the answer, with good reason.
“Kalen will either find it in his soul to do the right thing, make the hard choice. Or he’ll destroy us all.”
Jaxon raked a hand through his short hair. “Who’s his greatest enemy, Nicky?”
“Himself,” his boss said grimly.
“Who’s that?”
Kira nudged Mac and both women watched with great interest as a young man entered the dining room, pausing uncertainly to study his surroundings.
“He must be the new prospective team member Nick was telling us about,” Mac whispered. “Kalen Black, Sorcerer.”
Dr. Mallory was chomping at the bit for them all to get started on their study of the four dead men. This morning after breakfast, Nick had filled them in on everything the sheriff and Alpha Pack had discovered. Including the short-lived battle in the cemetery with this guy. Not only was he a Sorcerer, but a Necromancer and a black panther.
“He sure
“I’ll say.”
Kira couldn’t help but notice that Mac’s voice had grown a little husky, and how her pupils dilated as she studied the man. She couldn’t blame her friend. The guy was seriously hot, messy black hair falling around a face that belonged on a model and a tall, lean, sexy body dressed in black jeans and a T-shirt. The only adornments were the silver pendant around his neck and the studs in his ears.
Glittering kohl-lined green eyes surveyed the area warily, and then he strode inside, choosing a place at the end of a nearby table. He sat by himself, back to the wall, where he had a view of the whole room and who might enter it. Kira wondered if he’d positioned himself this way on purpose and thought it likely, given his body language.
His gaze found them and he nodded in acknowledgment before turning his attention to the steaming dishes the kitchen staff had placed on the tables for lunch. Politely, he took a plate and eating utensils from the stack. Then he served himself a hearty portion of shepherd’s pie and took two rolls. Gripping his fork, he stared at the
