meal like he’d never seen food in his life and then slowly began to eat. One bite, then another. Faster and faster until he’d wolfed down the entire serving and consumed both rolls in less than five minutes.
He filled the plate again and started over.
Kira and Mac exchanged glances and she knew they were thinking the same thing—Kalen was literally starving. They made small talk and tried not to stare as he dished a third helping, but it was almost impossible. Finally Mac couldn’t stand it anymore and rose, walking over to greet him.
“Hello,” she said, her tone friendly, offering her hand. “I’m Dr. Mackenzie Grant. I work at the Institute of Parapsychology, which is housed here on the compound.”
He stared at the hand, swallowed a mouthful of food, and then shook with her. “Kalen Black, Sorcerer at large. I work everywhere, and nowhere,” he said with a wry grin.
Her eyes lit with good humor. “I heard a little about that. Are you going to join Alpha Pack?”
Kalen didn’t take those striking green eyes off Mac as she brushed her dark curls over one shoulder in an unconscious feminine gesture. “I haven’t decided. The guys are going to show me around later. We’re getting a late start today since we didn’t go to bed until almost three this morning.”
So that explained why Jaxon and the guys hadn’t shown at breakfast, or anywhere today for that matter. Nick had been the only one present.
“Well, I for one hope you choose to stay. You won’t find a better team to work with than our guys, and there’s never a dull moment around here,” she said with enthusiasm.
“I can see that,” he drawled, sitting back lazily in his seat to stare at her.
Mac flushed, but brushed past the blatant male appreciation in his gaze. “I think you’ll fit right in. In the meantime, come down to the clinic when you get a chance. You’ll need a physical and I’d love to give you one.” Instantly, she realized how that sounded and sputtered a bit, especially when he laughed. His genuine, broad smile made him exponentially sexier. “I mean, someone will check you out. Make sure you’re healthy.”
“Thank you, Mackenzie. I’ll do that.”
“My friends call me Mac,” she said, then waved a hand in Kira’s direction. “That’s Kira Locke. She’s new, too.”
“Hi,” Kira said, waving.
“Hello.”
Mac went on, capturing his attention again. “Anyway, as a doctor I wanted to say that you might want to slow down on the food, especially if the team intends to spar with you later. You’ll end up getting sick.”
His humor faded and he laid his fork on the table, lowering his eyes in obvious embarrassment. When he looked up again, he nodded. “Good advice. Thanks.” Wiping his mouth on a napkin, he stood. “I’ll see you ladies later, right?”
They chimed an agreement and watched the Sorcerer’s delectable backside disappear through the door.
“I’m such an idiot,” Mac groaned, slapping her forehead. “Why’d I have to go and say something so stupid?”
Kira patted her friend’s arm as she returned to their table. “Hey, you were only expressing a valid concern, and you were right. Eating like that when you’re not used to so much food will make a person ill. He’ll get over it.”
“I hope so.”
“Ready to get started in the lab?” The distraction worked, though it really was time for them to go.
“Ready as I’ll ever be.” She grimaced as Kira rose. The two of them left and started for the clinic. “They aren’t a pretty sight, and I don’t mean just because they’re dead.”
She tried not to think about it too much as they headed for the lab. But the condition of the bodies was hard to ignore when they walked into the large sterile room wearing their gowns, masks, and latex gloves.
Each of the men lay on a metal table, spread far enough apart so everyone could work around them without running into one another. Kira wasn’t surprised to find Nick already there, waiting with Dr. Mallory. He was the boss and he’d want to know what they found. But she was a bit taken aback to find Jax present, leaning negligently against a wall, his steely blue eyes all but devouring her the second she entered. She couldn’t look away.
Like Nick, he wasn’t wearing protective clothing. Low-rise jeans hugged his hips and his biceps bulged even more from his arms being crossed over his yummy chest. His lips quirked, the dark humor in his expression doing nice things to his handsome face. Things that made lunch churn in her stomach and made her long to drag him off, throw him down, and have her wicked way with his sexy body for the rest of the afternoon.
He winked and she shook her head, breaking eye contact. Wasn’t she supposed to be mad at him? She didn’t feel upset at the moment—just really hot between her thighs. Damn it.
Dr. Mallory claimed everyone’s attention. “Let’s get things rolling, shall we? First of all, let’s make sure we all know why we’re here. The autopsies have already been performed, and the coroner was quite thorough. Did everyone have a chance to study the copies this morning?”
Answers were affirmative all around, including those from two techs Kira had met earlier but didn’t yet know very well.
“Good. Our purpose here is not to redo what was already done, but rather to think outside the box. To study the victims, taking into account all that we know so far, and to try to create a portrait of not only what happened to these four men, but what might be going on in the big picture.”
The woman was a pro, even if she was sort of aloof.
The doc glanced at a tablet on which she’d written her notes. “All four victims have ligature marks clearly visible at their wrists and ankles. They were underweight at the times of their deaths, but not mortally so. Each victim has scarring from very precise wounds made with a sharp instrument, such as a scalpel. From this scarring, at various stages of healing at the time of death, we can surmise that tissue was removed from them—while alive —at regular intervals. Their bodies were pumped full of an array of drugs as well.”
Kira began to regret eating lunch before this. Scientists weren’t always able to turn off their sensitive button.
“They were held captive,” Nick said. “And they endured some form of experimentation.”
“That would be my guess,” she agreed. “The question is, for what purpose? I believe that the tissue samples Kira liberated from her former employer, not to mention the connection these four men have with one of their alleged killers who was wearing the company’s logo, might provide some answers. Ones we’re not going to like.”
“The men who dumped the bodies aren’t necessarily the murderers,” Jax pointed out. “They might be the lackeys doing the disposal.”
Nick nodded. “True.”
“Whatever the case, my initial findings indicate that the changes in the DNA and gene strands undergone by both Kira’s tissue samples and ones taken from these men are almost identical. The implications of these changes are quite alarming.”
Jax shifted, his expression uneasy. “Nick and I spoke with Kira about the tissue data she found on Dr. Gene Bowman’s computer. Are these the types of changes you’re referring to?”
“I’m afraid so. In layman’s terms, my professional opinion is that someone is taking humans—willing or not —and attempting to force their bodies to take on animal characteristics.”
“They’re creating shifters,” Nick said, seething with anger.
“Or something like that, yes.” She waved a hand at the bodies. “And
The idea was stunning. “And then they just dump them like trash,” Kira whispered. “That’s sick.” Jaxon looked like he wanted to cross the room and hold her, but didn’t. Instead, he carried her thoughts a step farther.
“It’s totally fucked up. If they can figure out how to mass-produce shifters, bypassing natural methods like mating or biting and clawing, which don’t always work, just think how that would affect the world as we know it.”
“And if they’re imbuing them with any other special talents, like your Psy abilities, or if the targeted humans already possess those abilities . . .” Dr. Mallory let the statement hang, the meaning ominous.
Nick stared at her. “The entire human race could be in real danger within a matter of years. They’d be the low rung on the hierarchy of intelligent beings. My God.”
