Moon Sworn

He snorted. “We’re licensed security officers, so guns aren’t a problem.”

I didn’t feel like a security officer. I felt like I was something more. Not a cop, but something along those lines. Someone who dealt with life and death on a daily basis.

Which I guess a security officer could do, if we were in the business of guarding people rather than possessions.

I looked out the window, watching the emptiness go by, feeling its echo deep inside. “I can’t remember any of this.”

His gaze swept me again—something I felt rather than saw. “Well, you’ve obviously received several nasty blows to the head, so that’s probably why. Give it time.”

Time. For some reason, that was something that seemed in very short supply.

A week, that voice had said.

What would happen after that?

I didn’t know, and I didn’t intend to hang around long enough to find out. Whatever this was, whatever was going on, I needed to sort it out well before then.

I shifted my focus to the approaching town. It didn’t look huge, but it seemed quite pretty. The main street was about half a mile long, with grand old buildings clustered on either side of the road and the blue of the moonlit ocean visible down at the far end. Cars were angle-parked along the street, and people strolled about casually—

some in beach gear, some not. Trees and wide verandas provided shade from the elements, as did the white umbrellas that sat above the tables in the outside restaurant areas. Hanging pots filled with flowers and creeping vines dangled from the ornate light posts that lined the street, and the nongardener in me wondered how the hell they managed to keep them alive in the heat.

“Where are we staying?”

“Bayview Villas. We have a two-bedroom unit right on the beach.”

“Sounds nice.”

“It is.” He swung into a side street and the buildings gave way to old but pretty houses. We passed several more streets then swung right. The sea suddenly seemed a whole lot closer, the sound of waves crashing against the shoreline sharper.

He swung left, into a driveway, and stopped. The building was white concrete, but had the same wide verandas that the older buildings did. It also had a big blue-and-white sign out the front that said POLICE.

I raised my eyebrows and looked at him. “Why are we here?”

He undid his seat belt and climbed out. “Because I reported your accident and the fact you were missing, and now need to unreport you, before they arrange another search party for tomorrow. You coming?”

I shrugged but climbed out and followed him into the station. The inside reception area was cool and dark. A woman behind the desk glanced up as we entered and gave us both a warm smile.

“Evin,” she said, standing up. She was tall and thinnish in build, with sandy-colored hair and sunburned cheeks.

“You’ve found her.”

Her scent said she was a werewolf, and if the hunger in her eyes was anything to go by, then she was very interested in Evin, but he didn’t seem to notice or care. And that oddly seemed right.

“Yeah,” he said, stopping several feet away from the desk and studying her with an almost amused expression.

“Is Harris about?”

“No, he’s been called out.”

“Well, could you let him know I’ve found her? If he wants me to make a report, then he knows where to find us.”

“I will.” She paused, then added, “Are you going to the pub later on?”

“Sorry, love, I don’t drink. But that doesn’t mean I won’t be there later.” He gave her a wink, then swung me around and headed out.

“You do so drink,” I said, when we were out the door. “Why didn’t you tell her the truth?”

“What, that I’m moon-sworn and unavailable? Why spoil her day?”

Shock rippled through me and I stopped, ripping my arm from his grasp. “When did you go through the moon ceremony?”

Something flitted through his eyes, and I had a vague suspicion he’d just said something he shouldn’t have. But why would he want to keep something like that a secret?

Why was I so damn suspicious of everything?

“You can’t remember anything right now, so is it really surprising you don’t remember the ceremony?” he said awkwardly.

“So I was there?”

“Yeah.” He grabbed my arm again and walked me—quite forcibly—toward the car. “Now, let’s get home, get you cleaned up, and then call the doc.”

Let’s not, I thought, and pulled my arm from his grasp again before stepping back. Damn it, he was my brother. Surely to God I could trust him? But I didn’t, and I didn’t know why, and it was just so frustrating that I wanted to scream. I drew in a breath to try and calm the sudden, angry shaking, and that’s when I smelled it.

Blood.

There was blood on the wind.

A lot of it.

Which could only mean that someone nearby was dead.

Chapter 8

I swung around to follow the scent and sidestepped Evin’s attempt to grab my arm. “Can’t you smell that?”

“It’s blood. So what?” He fell in beside me, his expression none to happy.

“It’s human blood,” I corrected. “Someone’s dead. Or about to be.”

“Hanna, we’re not cops. This is not our business.”

“Well, I’m making it mine.” I frowned up at him. “What if we walk away and the victim could still have been saved?”

He tried grabbing my arm again, but I slapped his hand away. He growled in frustration and said, “This is not smart—”

“Damn it, Evin, if I can save someone, I will. I’m more than a little fed up with the other option.”

Confusion flicked through his expression, which I suppose was understandable, given I wasn’t entirely sure what I was talking about, either.

I followed my nose into a side street that was little more than dust, and past several houses. Ahead lay a grassed paddock. A small dam filled with muddy-looking water dominated the middle of the paddock and, beyond it, there was a stand of scrubby-looking wattle trees and shrubs. The blood scent was coming from that direction.

Evin’s steps slowed. “Hanna, we really should get the cops.”

“Then do it.” I walked on.

He muttered something under his breath and dragged his phone out of his pocket, but continued to follow me nonetheless.

“Cathie?” he said, his voice seeming to echo across the overheated air. “It’s Evin again. Look, we’ve scented blood in the paddocks behind the station. You might want to get either Harris or Mike out here.”

I tuned him out, my gaze sweeping the ground. There wasn’t any sign of a fight that I could see, and no